Come a little closer.
Being in my inner world, as a part of my community, means you hear what’s going on behind the scenes, and in-the-moment when the rest of the world thinks I’m being a good girl.
I treat my superfreaks like superstars.
This isn’t like any other “newsletter”.
It’s inconsistent, in the flow, will often jarr your thinking, and my stories are radically honest, messy, raw, delightful, and sometimes purely to make you spit your morning cuppa out through your nose with laughter at my awkward expense.
You’ll also get first dibs on anything I’m bringing to the world, but that’s only ever after I wax lyrical with something that will already help you even if we never meet or work together.
I don’t subscribe to people’s newsletters, so you can think of these like random postcards with odd and humorous stories from your adventurous cousin flung across the kitchen table, rather than the digital version of something you left scrunched in the bottom of your schoolbag each week.
Still a yes?
Oh, you’re a Superfreak alright.
Sign your soul up here, and make sure you tick all three boxes - it’s a legal thing to ensure you’re for real.