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I was a speaker at BLOGHER ’13!
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Tag Archives: Blissdom
I left Blissdom early due to an(other) snowpocalypse. I was originally scheduled to depart tomorrow, but due to 10ish inches of snow scheduled to fall tonight in KC, I decided to holla at American Airlines to see if I could beat the storm home. … Continue reading
First off, I’m thrilled to be sporting our new & improved Gay Dad Project t-shirts (no love lost on Logosports, buh-bye! They just couldn’t get it right. Whatevs.). We’re officially collaborating with Lovebian Designs on these and we’re pleased as punch … Continue reading
Confession: I had a breakdown at Blissdom as the Gaylord Opryland Hotel staff was breaking down the ballroom (coincidence? who knows.). The same ballroom where I’d finally let loose, practiced my Jillian Michaels planking skills, and danced til I wet my pants only … Continue reading
Special thanks to Khristian Howell and Michelle Mangen for designing my beautiful button! My brain is brimming with Blissdom takeaways. I’m all swirly with realizations. 1.) I’m afraid to make myself vulnerable to others. I’m terrified of rejection. Hours are spent worrying … Continue reading
I was so inspired by Ananda Leeke’s seminar at the Blissdom ’12 Conference that I’m writing about some of the archetypes living inside me. I’ll list and describe each (some have names, some don’t…yet) one briefly: The little girl inside of me, Ernie (my … Continue reading
Today you can find me at @ShellThings, Things I Can’t Say, talking about my Blog Conference Fears. I am going to be at Blissdom this time next week, and let’s just say I’m freaking out. A lot. So CLICK HERE to read … Continue reading
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about my job description because I loathe the question “What do you do?” and because I’m too chicken shit to call myself a writer when push comes to shove (and because I’m not “just a mom”). … Continue reading