the smell of my desperation has become a stench

Last days of the tennis ball

I need to gather the collection of images I have of this dog making some strange face mid-activity and get someone to add noises to every frame. This one would need to be something in the sound of my friend Carol’s voice, something sharp and Midwestern and so adorably hilarious that you’d want to store it in a jar and spread it on a piece of toast later. Gluten-free toast, of course.

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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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