She nervously twisted her graying hair as she scrolled through emails, checking five times a day, for news about the first piece she had written in decades.
A sinking feeling in her gut told her she couldn't write as well as she had in a 1980s' newsroom.
A few days later, the editor wrote, "We'll publish your story. Please send more like it."
Sarah felt like a bride, hopeful for the future in the autumn of her life.