By Lisa Cooper Ellison
When I picked up my badge at the AWP registration desk, I’d had so many plans: Meetups with colleagues and friends. Must see panels. A list of booths to visit at the bookfair. Dabbing tears and willing myself not to full-on sob as I stirred scrambled eggs around my plate wasn’t one of them.
But on the first morning of the conference, I sat in the hotel’s restaurant, sniffling and staring at my phone, praying no one would ask why, because I didn’t have the strength...
Published on April 12, 2024 04:00