Your Sunday Love Letters contain feminist essays and invocations and they’re exceptional, I promise.
They contain advance readings of my research and writing (including peeks at my book about The Female Lifestyle Empowerment Brand) in case there are seeds here for you to plant in your own work and the world; lists of what I’m reading and who I’m learning from so you can go to the source and follow and support these brilliant culture makers too…
…and, from time to time, I’ll invite you to sign up for my workshops or remind you that in addition to being a writer, I’m a wildly hireable feminist marketing consultant.
To distinguish those emails from distinct from the cultural commentary contained in your Sunday Love Letters, they’re marked with an “M:” (for marketing) at the beginning of the subject line.
Like this: “M: Learn How To Write Your Bio in this Two-Hour Workshop”
Your Sunday Love Letters truly are whole-hearted. I write them to remind you of how much you have to offer. I write them as a rampantly feminist1 inoculation against the chronic self-doubt that comes with living in a culture hostile to most of our identities and bodies. I write them to encourage you to shine and share your brilliance and take others with you as you rise. I write them to fortify and galvanize you and all of us.
Because you don’t need fixing. The world needs fixing2.
Are you in?
- The inimitable Cindy Gallop calls herself a “rampant” feminist and for the full effect, she rolls the R. I don’t roll my Rs. I wish I did.
- Poppy Lochridge wrote that in a comment on my FB page: We don’t need fixing. The world needs fixing. Truth.