the smell of my desperation has become a stench

Triumphant, temporary return

Dane flew back from DC last Friday to spend the weekend with friends and family for his birthday. Yesterday he turned 22 years old. And Coco aged ten years from the heart attack she experienced when he walked through the door. The biggest delight was Leta’s response. I hadn’t told her he would be here for a few days, and when she heard his voice at the door she squealed as if Santa Claus had come for a visit. None of us was expecting it, least of all Dane. So touching and warm and probably a much needed boost to a morale that has survived DC’s ferocious winter so far.

He makes us all so proud, that kid.

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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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