I'm the one who squees and hugs in the hotel lobby when I recognize you when you walk in. That's me. I"m frantic and frazzled trying to make sure stuff is taken care of so you have a great time, but it really comes down to that moment when we finally touch. I can't do that this year. This evil illness that has taken many of my organs and is scheduled to take more won't allow the travel or the marathon of information and hug-fest that is BlogHer '10. Read more



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