the smell of my desperation has become a stench


Friday night Marlo dragged all six wooden dining chairs from around the table into the living room next to to the couch to make a castle. Those plus the stool from the kitchen and two side tables formed the base, and I helped her drape two giant blankets over the top “to protect.” That’s a word she’s been using about the house and the car:

“Is the house protect?”

“Is the car protect?”

I always assure her that, yes, the house is protect. We lock the doors and live with a vicious (or at least at times very loud) miniature Australian Shepherd. And then there’s you, Marlo, who by herself dragged six incredibly heavy chairs into the living room. I feel pretty good about things.

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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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