C is for crocodile blogger on coping with cancer and it’s aftermath.
I’m at a big blogging conference this weekend, something I’ve been excited about for some time because it is an opportunity to meet writers like me working to share their stories. Any event like this comes with its expectations, so as the conference neared, and I perused the schedule of speakers, breakout sessions, receptions, and parties, I found myself imagining what I would do. Because I was an honoree for the Voices of the Year, I particularly looked forward to the readings and following reception where all of the nominees would be honored. It was to be the highlight of the conference. The parties afterward would be a huge bonus where I could relax a little, meet some people, act like a normal person.
I just forgot one thing: I’m not a normal person anymore.
Cheryl Strayed describes this in her book Tiny Beautiful Things so aptly. She talks to…
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