Tuesday, January 3, 2012


Stevie, I'm Eden Hunter-Upshaw. Thank you for coming in." The African-American woman approaching looked every bit as professional as she had sounded over the phone. Stevie suddenly felt underdressed but reminded herself that she was simply offering a couple of hours a week as a campaign volunteer. "Good to meet you in person," Stevie said, shaking hands.

The old downtown department store had been converted into Daniel Bellardi's campaign headquarters, Stevie was impressed. She halfway expected to find a noisy campaign "sweatshop." Instead, the main floor was a maze of well-dressed volunteers quietly going about their work.

After several minutes of conversation, Eden asked, "How would you like to become involved in Senator Bellardi's campaign? Carolyn tells me you've done some writing. Would you consider helping out in our communications division?" We're initiating a weekly, one-page bulletin from the senator to be delivered by fax and email to several thousand supporters and a similar one to ministers—kind of a prayer letter format.” "Like a magazine ad or a radio spot," Stevie interjected. "Exactly. Grab their attention, hit them hard and fast with the hottest topics, leave them with something to think about. That's what your work is all about, am I correct?" "It's what I do for a living," Stevie replied confidently.

Driving home, the prospect of applying her creativity and writing skills to the senator's campaign seemed like a great honor instead of a task—and it sure beat stuffing envelopes. And with Juanita Dunsmuir slowly but steadily narrowing the gap in the polls, Stevie had to do her part for the sake of her children.

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