SANDUSKY — I didn’t believe I belonged here.

The annual event is hosted by a group called Bloggy Moms, a name that sounds inviting, but never felt meant for me. The website? All women. None looked like me .

Even before the demographics gave me pause, the name did: BloggyCon. Cheesy enough to make me cringe.

For more than a year, I wondered if I should click the registration button — until I finally did.

Then I showed up.

I came with 20 years of writing under my belt . A journalism ego thick enough to fill a newsroom.

But here, that ego didn’t matter. I chose to show up as a student.

Because no matter how long you’ve been at it, there’s always more to learn. More voices to hear. More stories to understand. More ways to grow.

That’s exactly what Bloggy Conference offers, and it w

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