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Yeah. So. I’m not not gonna lie. Today is a pretty big fucking deal for me. Huge AF. And it’s all happening in the middle of a gigantic, unending move and a kid starting high school and somehow we shoved a summer’s worth of missed…
by Heather B. Armstrong
August 27, 2018
It’s been over three weeks since I sat down to write anything on this website and I’d love to claim that it is because of total abject laziness so that I would be adhering to dooce® brand guidelines. Alas, no. It is because I spent…
by Heather B. Armstrong
August 23, 2018
Right. So. Where to begin, where to begin. Let’s just jump in (pun intended as you will soon discover) with my leaving Paris on Monday morning. Leaving France this year proved a tiny bit less dramatic than when I left last year since I knew…
by Heather B. Armstrong
July 27, 2018
On Sunday I befriended a 20-year-old French kid named Etienne while sitting on the concrete railing of a walkway leading down to the Seine. We were gathered with hundreds of others in front of a relatively small television to watch the final match of the…
by Heather B. Armstrong
July 17, 2018
Greetings once again from a second story apartment in Le Marais, an historic district in Paris where last year I witnessed Parisian people behaving distinctly un-Parisian when Anderson Cooper climbed out of a black Mercedes with his luggage and headed toward the entrance of a…
by Heather B. Armstrong
July 9, 2018
I know that this is going to come as a huge surprise to almost all of you—WAIT. TANGENT IN THE FIRST SENTENCE. WHO SAYS I DON’T DELIVER. I just had my DNA analyzed by one of those private companies that is probably going to sell…
by Heather B. Armstrong
June 25, 2018
Last week the girls an I visited Disneyland to celebrate Marlo’s ninth birthday (this whole thing happened NINE YEARS AGO) and yes, while I was very busy standing in hour-long lines with swaths of Disney-frenzied humanity, I was also processing what the fuck is going…
by Heather B. Armstrong
June 18, 2018
Dear lord god, the run up to the end of the school year was like getting on one of those rides at an amusement park that turns in circles really fast after you’ve just chugged a whole jug of queso made out of toe cheese….
by Heather B. Armstrong
June 7, 2018
A couple of weeks ago I loaded up all the books that people have sent me since about March and handed them off once again to the lovely Karen Bowling who runs a small library in Cache County, Utah. I’d been either tripping over the…
by Heather B. Armstrong
May 29, 2018
Ever since I turned in the pages for my book just a little over a month ago I have been trying to fit in all of the shit that I purposefully sort of let fall off the edge of the earth while in the thick…
by Heather B. Armstrong
May 23, 2018
For those of you who know Marlo in real life, you know there are some pretty distinct constants about her personality. For instance, she has a really hard time being alone and the feeling of boredom to her is not unlike being burned alive—the Bible…
by Heather B. Armstrong
May 22, 2018
Yesterday we began Marlo’s long and certain-to-be adventurous (I was going to use the adjective “WILL BE THE CAUSE OF MY PREMATURE DEATH” but I was feeling oddly generous) journey that starts with correcting her overbite with some funky ass materials sort of resembling a…
by Heather B. Armstrong
May 17, 2018