the smell of my desperation has become a stench


Saturday was my 39th birthday. These flowers are from my friend Piper (BradBradBradBradBrad), and attached was a card that read:

Heather: I think deep down you really HATE elephants. Happy Birthday

I am so grateful for the friendships I have forged in the last few years with several women who love me despite all my many glaring flaws. They make me feel safe, and I don’t have to worry about being judged for my mistakes and issues that rear their ugly heads again and again. I’d name them all here, but they know who they are. I love you all so much. Thank you.

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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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