Tiny Love Stories: ‘She Was Scared He Would Forget Her’
He Wrote Hard News, I Wrote Fluff “Don’t waste your time. They’re not hiring,” said the inky-haired reporter taking a smoke break outside The Carthage Press. I applied anyway. Hired on the spot, I activated my journalism degree two desks east of the smoker. He wrote hard news; I wrote fluffy features. He was a…