“Are you going to the writers’ conference Saturday?” My Browseabout Book Store colleague Bethany spun on the squealing desk chair. I rattled-off the sessions I wanted to attend. “The lunch keynote is with S.A. Cosby.” “Wait, S.A. Cosby?” Bethany’s eyes grew wide, and I feared I would become a spotter for a gymnastic-style leap. “I... Continue Reading →