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We spent several hours at my mother’s house on Sunday afternoon. While the girls played with their cousins, I got to process a lot of the trip I took with The Exodus Road by talking extensively about what I saw and felt with my mother, stepfather, sister and brother-in-law. My mother especially wants to jump in with her hands and help however she can. I am in the middle of writing another post with ideas while frantically trying to get ready to leave in two days with the girls for a 10-day trip to the Midwest. Please bear with me.

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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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