It’s a rainy Sunday afternoon, I’m still working on this website instead of my deadlines today (the remote freelancer life, amirite), and I was trying to figure out what intelligent, insightful thing I should be writing for this blog, so I decided to go to Dooce.com, a blog I haven’t visited in quite a while, and see what Heather Armstrong is up to these days.
I used to visit her blog a lot in the 2000s. I loved how raw and open her writing was. And she had a huge impact on blogging; everyone knew what getting Dooced meant, and she was a mommy blogger and making sponcon long before influencers were even a thing.
I saw that her last post was in April 2023. That didn’t seem strange at first, because a lot of bloggers from the 2000s are usually found on Instagram or Substack these days.
And then I Googled her and found out that she died in May 2023. It’s a gut punch to read about how it happened.
I don’t have an eloquent belated tribute for her. I was just a very sporadic onlooker in her life and someone who hoped to write about life in a way that’s half as authentic as she did. I hadn’t kept up with her the way I did decades ago, so I don’t know about any controversies she might have been involved with, so I will just remember her as the pioneer that she was.
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