That this photo came out at all is a miracle given how dark it was in here. Tent, blankets and a mountain of stuffed animals that she requested she be buried underneath. I wish it was a little more clear, but this is such a perfect encapsulation of Marlo, of childhood. I’m glad I caught it at all.
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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