the smell of my desperation has become a stench

And on the fifth day

Today is the last day of my juice fast (I agree that “cleanse” is a bit misleading), and I’m feeling really good about my decision to try this. I took this photo this morning as I was pouring my breakfast into a glass because I loved the light. It’s the nook in my kitchen where the dining table sits. It perfectly embodies the placid feeling of being on this end of things. Quiet and still. There is a clarity that I can’t quite articulate, but it’s sitting right here in my head and the resulting calm is so welcome.

However, I am very much looking forward to heading out tomorrow, shooting an antelope with a bow and arrow and roasting the entire thing over an open fire. No, you cannot have a bite off of my plate. Because I will have eaten the plate, too.

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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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