the smell of my desperation has become a stench

A festival of gluten

Marlo’s birthday party occurred on a very windy afternoon, and my mother was only able to keep one out of five candles lit while I stood back to catch the magic moment. One candle was perfectly enough given that my sister had brought, what, 50 princess cupcakes? That she had hunted and gathered OF COURSE.

(Thank you, Tember. You always make the best cake.)

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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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