{"id":20430,"date":"2022-07-01T09:00:00","date_gmt":"2022-07-01T13:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/sasee.wpenginepowered.com\/?post_type=essay&p=20430"},"modified":"2024-03-26T15:08:24","modified_gmt":"2024-03-26T19:08:24","slug":"happy-20th-birthday-sasee","status":"publish","type":"essay","link":"https:\/\/sasee.com\/ro\/essay\/happy-20th-birthday-sasee\/","title":{"rendered":"Happy 20th Birthday, Sasee"},"content":{"rendered":"

The first time I read a\u00a0Sasee Magazine<\/em>\u00a0I was waiting (impatiently) for my appointment with my new doctor. She was already ten minutes late, and I hated waiting. I looked around the room full of patients and realized I had to relax. I could be there a long time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This appointment was one of the last items to be checked off my list of things to do as my husband and I became acclimated to our new home in coastal North Carolina. I had located the necessities: the grocery stores, local bank, medical facilities, and local restaurants that would make us a part of the \u201cneighborhood.\u201d I hadn\u2019t had the time or inclination to explore further than the town\u2019s borders.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I crossed my knees to keep from tapping an annoying SOS with the heel of my shoe. I repeated a mantra in my head\u2013I no longer had a pressing place I had to be.\u00a0Life moved slower here away from the hustle and bustle of the working world\u2013which is why we retired to this quaint coastal town. We could enjoy life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I sifted through well-worn reading material strewn across two side tables: golf and motorcycle magazines, a\u00a0Newsweek, a\u00a0Women\u2019s Day, and a\u00a0Readers\u2019 Digest. There was only one that caught my eye. The cover was a piece of art: a woman adorned in scarves and flowers. The title,\u00a0Sasee<\/em>,\u00a0scrolled across the top margin in a fancy script. I picked it up to keep my hands busy and take my mind off the reason for the appointment. I flipped through the issue, stopping to note a few jewelry store advertisements. The ads were bright and attractive; seductive, not intrusive. The pictures introduced me to places I wanted to visit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I thumbed through to a page with a title and byline\u2013a story. I settled back into my chair, my foot solidly fixed to the floor, and began to read. It was a short story. I would be able to finish it before my name was called.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The essay was about a family event gone wrong. It was entertaining and ended on a humorous note. I looked for another one. The minutes ticked by, but I didn\u2019t notice. I was halfway through the second story when the nurse called my name. One more minute\u2013I needed one minute to finish reading the story\u2013I couldn\u2019t just leave it. What if someone picked up this magazine while I was gone? I tucked it under my arm and brought\u00a0Sasee<\/em>\u00a0with me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Every month I looked forward to the new issue\u2013a treasure trove of information, enticements, and entertainment. Friends and I made day-long shopping trips to previously unexplored North and South Carolina areas like the Hammock Shops, Pawleys Island (one of my favorites), and the multitude of markets and boutiques featured in the magazine. And, of course, we stopped for lunch at charming restaurants that I recognized from my \u201cguide.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was several years before I submitted an essay of my own. My piece was a sweet memory for me, but would anyone else be interested to read my nostalgic meanderings? I wasn\u2019t so sure. I sent it anyway.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Almost a month passed before I received a response. I was elated (and relieved) that my submission would appear in the next issue. I celebrated by buying a piece of jewelry to mark the occasion at a shop\u2013you guessed it\u2013advertised in\u00a0Sasee Magazine<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I devoured the features written for the publication by the other writers. Feeling a bit insecure, I tried to compare my writing to theirs, but our perspectives were so creatively different. After a year of reading my favorite authors, I could identify each of them by their tone and style. They were strangers\u2026 but not strangers. Erika Hoffman, Linda O\u2019Connell, Jeffery Cohen, Diane Stark, Melissa Face, and Joan Leota, (Sasee<\/em> contributors) began to feel like old friends. I knew more about their inner thoughts than I did some of the people I saw every day. We had that particular commonality of non-fiction writers: we pulled happy, funny, and sad memories from our hearts and laid them bare for all to see.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

* * *<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This year, Sasee<\/em> celebrates twenty years of its publication. Every issue is a map of unique places to see and fun things to do for residents as well as tourists. It has introduced us to some of the interesting people that reside in our expanded neighborhood. This journal of delights with its southern flair is where you can find that sparkling moment that defines a vacation or an ordinary day. There\u2019s something\u00a0special for\u00a0everyone bursting between the covers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Happy 20th\u00a0Birthday and thank you to Delores Blount, Leslie Moore, and Sarah Hawkinson for allowing me to be a part of the\u00a0Sasee<\/em>\u00a0family for the past eleven years!<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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