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When Work Hits Close to Home

There comes a time in every writer’s career when they feel they’ve finally made it, and can officially call themselves a “Writer.” For some, it might be when they get their first writing-related paycheck. For others, it could be when they sign an agent.

Personally, my moment came today: I was published in The Boston Globe Magazine.

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Boston, You’re My Home

For many writers, The Boston Globe is just another outlet for submitting work. Along with The New York Times, Washington Post, and Los Angeles Times (to name a few), the Globe accepts personal essays and pitches for various columns. You submit a piece or make a pitch, and if you’re lucky it will be accepted, and you’ll make a bit of money. Then you go off to submit or pitch elsewhere. Such is a writer’s life.

But to me, this isn’t just another outlet. I grew up in Dorchester, Massachusetts, where the Globe was located for nearly six decades (before relocating in 2017). Watching the movie Spotlight was like seeing my old ‘hood again. I’ve passed by the Globe’s Dorchester site countless times…