weekly delights #37
The Thanksgiving one
Hello dear subscriber!
Taking a quick minute at the top of this week’s newsletter to let you know about a few changes coming to my Substack. This past year, I’ve published over 86 posts— nearly half of these were free to read. I’m still very committed to writing free posts, but as I outline my personal goals for this Substack in 2026, my hope is to scale back on the volume of writing, and hone in on its quality.
What does this mean? It means going forward in 2026 you will still likely receive 1-2 newsletters from me a month if you’re a free subscriber. If you’re a paid subscriber, you will get:
continued weekly delights (my weekly newsletter featuring more personal essays/blog style writing, links, recommendations, pictures from my life, etc)
reading journals— last year I made my monthly book reviews free to read. These will be paywalled content going forward.
access to the group chat, and perhaps even a future in-person Nashville meet-up…stay tuned
All this to say, I’m running the biggest sale yet on my Substack subscription— 35% off for the whole year. Think of this as my own “cyber Monday" sale, I guess.
Thank you to everyone who has supported my writing on this platform. I have more thoughts coming (to a personal essay) on how much this means to me. Until then, happy reading everyone!
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I’m writing to you from my armchair in the living room with all the lights dimmed.
Out-of-town family were delivered to the airport a mere hour ago, Thanksgiving dinner leftovers are almost entirely gone, kids are bathed, in bed and ready to go back to school in the morning. I have no idea how anyone else in my family felt about this weekend, but for me, it was perfect.
Yes, it was chaotic, the kids smashed corn and stuffing into my floorboards, I’m still picking out bits of frosting from Una’s hair, and I had both too many drinks and not enough all at the same time. But it was perfect.
Thanksgiving day, we had an open door policy for family. Dinner was set for about 2:30, but everyone was welcome to come and go as they needed and the result was just a cozy bustle of people “nipping out” for this and that, meeting up for a coffee in my kitchen before heading out on a run, or just catching up between cooking prep in the living room.
It felt very Family Stone.
