the smell of my desperation has become a stench

Two puppies in the yard

One afternoon last week it was warm enough for Marlo to spend two hours running back and forth from this pot in the front yard and the sink in the kitchen where she would fill a large plastic glass with water. She was making soup. A huge vat of soup. If I had let her she would have taken all her clothes off and jumped inside it, my sweet little water dog. Chuck occasionally glanced at her, amused that she would willingly get any part of her body wet. If he was texting someone he’d be all SMDH.

(Mom, that’s what your grandchildren are using as shorthand for “shaking my damn head.” They are cursing!)

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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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