The Author
Etashe Linto

You don’t have to sign up for this. And I mean it.

Every week, several emails find their way into your inbox. Some too long, others too promotional, all asking something of you. Some you read, others you never look at. It’s a lot, and I get it.

So, let’s make a deal: if you let me write letters to you, I’ll only send short notes of consolation written to nourish your being, every Sunday. These letters are intimate, an exit from the noise, a sharing of selves between us both, a way to find calm in this world of madness.

Read previous letters if you’d like to dip your feet for a start. And, when you’re ready to dive all in, sign up and let me write to you.