the smell of my desperation has become a stench

I’m here to see a leprechaun

I flew to San Francisco early yesterday evening for some meetings over the next couple of days, and here I am working on a presentation when I realized what day it is. I did not plan to stay at a place that would celebrate St. Patrick’s Day for me, but I certainly do appreciate the hospitality. I didn’t pack anything green so I may have to drape that throw over my shoulders as I stand in front of a screen in a conference room. Like a granny. A granny who isn’t getting pinched.

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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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