From July of 2023 to September 2024, I had the honor of sending out newsletters on behalf of an organization under my true name instead of this pseudonym. You won't find my name in many newsletters, so you'll never know who this is! Haha!
I'm humbled by the opportunity to write at a higher level one last time. It was good to flex, but my style wasn't the right fit for the new direction the organization is taking. The right fit is something we all need to think about whenever conflict arises. The writing's on the wall, and I'll be damned if I let myself be someone that holds everyone else back.
The best news? I get a new project and a lot less stress.
Sometime in the future, you'll see the landing page for a list of the newsletters on the sidebar. Always, you'll see more random stories from my childhood and ex-romantic partners.
This is my little spot online where I can show off my writing chops, not that they're very choppy. They're more... caked mud, but you get the idea.
I think my love of writing started as a cope skill. No one believed the abuse I lived through as a child. People in my community saw the situation, but what could they do? We were a mess!
In the crust of my soul, I thought that if I was a writer, I could write it all down and finally have the validation that my father's unhinged and my mother's a cold nightmare. However, I no longer need that. Facts are facts, whether anyone else knows it or not.
The newsletter project was the first time I got to promote other people and I did my best. I'm proud of the effort I put in and my successes as well as failures.