the smell of my desperation has become a stench

Morning herd

The weather has been nice enough the past couple of days that when I let the dogs out in the morning I can keep the door open and breathe in the crisp air and listen to the birds chirping, birds I would normally want to knock over with a rock but it’s early in the season. My encounters with wildlife have been minimal this year so far: a small spider in the bathtub, a boxelder bug on the doorway, a ladybug I had to save from my daughter. I’m feeling forgiving of the birds and squirrels. Today.

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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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