This has been one of my favorite writing assignments. It was completely new to me as a freelancer, and I wanted to do a good job because Olga was trusting me with her company and her name.

The living room filled with sounds of friendship and comfort. It was a different night, a different November; everything was a little more familiar and lived in. Even though I couldn't vote, I no longer felt like a lonesome spectator. 

Some days I leave the house thinking a walk or a drive will give me all the answers; that a song will play as I turn into an unfamiliar neighborhood and lightning will strike-- here it is, it will say, take this and mold it into one good sentence.