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Let’s be honest with each other. We have a sharp group of folks in the Like the Dew community, and we’d like to offer a new way for you to contribute to the Web site and share your knowledge and talents with your fellow readers.
This week we’re introducing a “Mini Dew Reviews” department. We invite each of you to participate and become a Like the Dew reviewer and tell other readers about the best restaurants in your town or other cities you visit, the best artists and exhibits, the movies you’ve enjoyed (or not), the great TV shows you’ve watched, the plays in local theaters, the concerts you’ve seen. We’d even like to hear about the bars and taverns with ambience you’ve visited. (Yes, even in the South, we do have some ambience.)
Like the Dew readers are spread out around the region, and we hope to gain a richer appreciation of the opportunities out there in South-land. Your views can help guide your fellow readers toward new opportunities.
Feel free to review any aspect of arts and culture. Tell us about upcoming festivals or exhibits we might want to visit. You can even tell us about political rallies or community or club meetings that might interest some readers.
Mini reviews can be a sentence or two or longer if you have a lot to say.
All you need to do is write your review in the box that appears on the lower right corner of the home page and click “submit.”
It’s quick. It’s easy. You’ll be providing a great service for others.
And after you’ve written, be sure to update your resume to let folks know you’re a Like the Dew restaurant critic or movie reviewer or rock music writer or cultural correspondent. Congratulations. You’re hired.
NOTE: You can also reach Mini Dew Reviews through this link: http://likethedew.com/#minidewreview
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