the smell of my desperation has become a stench

It’s only all I ever wanted

This morning Marlo asked me to braid her hair, specifically two braids like this. She asked me to touch her hair, you guys. And do something to it other than leave it hanging in her face. I got to play with my kid’s hair. And she didn’t scream or complain or turn around and punch me in the face. From the moment I found out I was giving birth to a girl, what, ten years ago? THIS. This scenario is what came to mind. Thank you, Lil Donette.

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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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