Dooce's honesty about motherhood is her stock in trade, as well as slap-stick hyperbole that usually involves EXPLODING BRAINS or LOOK AT ME BEING NICE TO THE MORMONS.
Apart from describing the travails of her life, she's also a tastemaker and humorist in the absurdist school. She's unique, and there are very few of us who are interesting enough to make a living off of writing about our shampoo and poop-eating dog. She's got her thumb on the pulse of something, and I give her credit for it.
Interesting that your wife is friends with her -- I assume at some BYU study abroad? Perhaps your wife helped Heather ferment her rage against the BYU establishment?
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"Now I say that I know the meaning of my life: 'To live for God, for my soul.' And this meaning, in spite of its clearness, is mysterious and marvelous. Such is the meaning of all existence." Levin, Anna Karenina, Part 8, Chapter 12
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