the smell of my desperation has become a stench


Leta has been bringing home these boondoggle threads that they’ve been crafting at camp, and of course Marlo wants in on all the action. Except Marlo is not skilled at this exercise and, like her mother, becomes very frustrated that she is not the valedictorian of an activity. She’s not screaming or throwing the thread in this shot, but oh dear lord, the noise this morning. That’s what you heard. That’s why your windows were rattling.

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Heather B. Armstrong

Hi. I’m Heather B. Armstrong, and this used to be called mommy blogging. But then they started calling it Influencer Marketing: hashtag ad, hashtag sponsored, hashtag you know you want me to slap your product on my kid and exploit her for millions and millions of dollars. That’s how this shit works. Now? Well… sit back, buckle up, and enjoy the ride.

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