One year I didn’t know what BlogHer was.
One year I didn’t go to BlogHer because I was pregnant and my dad was dying.
One year I didn’t go to BlogHer because I was busy becoming a finalist at a country fair cherry pit-spittin contest.
One year I didn’t go to BlogHer because I didn’t have the money.
This year, I’m going to BlogHer.
This year I’m going to BlogHer and I will be getting on stage to read a post as part of the Voices of The Year presentation.
And I’m going to dance.
See you in NYC.
Whoa.
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