Fourteen years ago, I submitted a piece for publication in The Brunswick Beacon. Titled “A Cross-eyed Walk Down Main Street Shallotte,” it would become the catalyst for a wonderful and surprising journey into the land of newsprint. Deadlines became signals for creativity instead of instigators of angst. I fell in love. This was not work. This is not work. It is joy.
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