the smell of my desperation has become a stench

Someone else is holding on to summer

Would you look at the grin on that face? I often find Chuck standing with his nose pressed to the back door, as immovable as a statue, his way of telling me that he’d very much like to go outside and roast himself on the patio. I often oblige because this is his favorite pastime, even though his other favorite pastime is walking into whatever room I’m in, dropping a rotten egg fart, and then immediately leaving.

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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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