
I didn’t roll into this with a PhD or a cushy think-tank gig. I came here with bruises from the street and twenty years of writing dry-as-chalk police reports. The kind of “just the facts” pages that trained me to erase my own voice. That tone worked in the cruiser, but it won’t work here. So now I’m pulling 22-hour stretches, breaking that habit, bleeding soul back into every line while still leaning on the investigative instincts that never left me.
I may not have advanced degrees, but I’ve got advanced street skills and those have carried this newsletter to 600+ subscribers in under two months and even caught a heart tap from Robert Reich. This community currently as of this date of publish is at #46 Risibg In Culture. That doesn’t happen by accident. That happens because I refuse to stop, because I treat this porch light like it’s sacred, keeping it burning so you have a place to gather, learn, argue, and see clearly through the fog.
And here’s the truth: this week is make-or-break. If I can stay locked in the chair — pouring out the kind of work that slices through noise like a saxophone riff at 2 a.m. — then we can push this thing from a spark into a fire. But to do that, I need you with me.
Here’s the ask:
20 Annuals at $80
2 Founding “Honorary Editors” at $250
If you step in at $250, sure, you get perks : a Founders-only Zoom, early eyes on major drops, a free copy of my first book. But truth be told, most Founders want the stamp. The story. But here’s the truth: it’s not just about perks. It’s about the stamp that says, I was here first. That mark of intimacy. The brag that says, I saw it before the world did. I touched it before it went wide. Small circle. Long memory. Forever energy.
The deadline is Wednesday, 11:59pm ET.
You can move right here:
Honorary Editor :
You will have to manually switch over to the right for the $250 Editor
If you’re already paid, a share means more than you know. Thank you for keeping the porch lit while I do the work.