PinnedMember-onlyHere Comes the SunOn letting go of the things we carry. — They grow up so fast, Gabriel says with pride. A friend who helps me with all things brawn and power tools, Gabriel’s the man when I need one. He stands beside me in my new home littered with ripped-open boxes and piles of trash bags. A tabby cat howls in…Home4 min readHome4 min read
PinnedMember-onlyDon’t Torch The Skin You Live InAfter a lifetime of battling my body, I’m waving the white flag — TW: Disordered eating, eating disorders. My first memory of food is my mother trying to pry the tines of a fork into my mouth. Her pleas were quiet and urgent, and it was a rare thing to see my mother cry. She was impenetrable, violent, and beautiful. Tears are the…Self10 min readSelf10 min read
Published inA Thimble of Light·PinnedMember-onlyWhen The Hurt Comes from Inside the HouseFamilial betrayal is the deepest cut — When he first came into my life, I was suspicious. Who was this man with the Irish brogue and gameshow smile fixing me boxed macaroni and cheese? …Family7 min readFamily7 min read
Published inMarketing Made Simple·PinnedMember-onlyFive Steps For How I Build BrandsCreate a brand people love from someone who does it for a living. — I will say this until undertakers shovel gravel and dirt over my face — data is directional, but definitive. Data is your tour guide, your backstage pass, and the operator’s manual you instantly bin when you unpack IKEA furniture or complex appliances. …Marketing19 min readMarketing19 min read
PinnedMember-onlyAbout Felicia C. SullivanHey there! Welcome to my virtual home. — Vitals Born & raised in New York. I’ve lived in Los Angeles for the past six years. Started career at an investment bank: A time I’d like to forget. Ditched the suit to build a profitable dot.com in 1999. Built a boutique digital agency from $1MM to $20MM in 4 years. …Felicia C Sullivan4 min readFelicia C Sullivan4 min read
9 hours agoMember-onlyTo All the Keychains I’ve Loved BeforeThe mementos I gave my father became reminders of our estrangement. — In the winter of 2014, my pop and I are finally in a cab traveling to the center of Dublin, my pop’s birthplace, his home. While he looks out the window and takes inventory of what has changed, the taxi driver asks where he’s from. My pop’s accent is faint…Family12 min readFamily12 min read
Mar 11, 2024Member-onlyShut Up, GrannyAgeism from a “woke” generation who maybe aren’t as woke as they think — We’re reminded that we’re dying slowly. Daily. We slather expensive creams on our faces that sting and burn. Strangers probe us with needles and lasers. We cut and fill and give ourselves over to science in hopes that it will rewind the clock, that somehow we’ll crawl back to the…Ageism4 min readAgeism4 min read
Mar 7, 2024Member-onlyYou Have All The First Lines But No Time To WriteDon’t admonish yourself for not having time to write. — I collect their x-rays because I like to keep a record of the bones I break. My way in to a story is always through a line. It doesn’t matter if it’s the first line — it just needs to be a line. A point of entry. Me elbowing my…Writing9 min readWriting9 min read
Feb 24, 2024Member-onlyEmbrace Your Cringe WritingIt will tell more than you think about your voice and style. — Last week I was a woman engulfed in moving boxes. Stacking books on bookshelves and thumbing through the pages of old lovers and toxic friends. Having lived with so little for years, I was tyrannical about editing down my collection. And as I was making piles for donations, I came…Writing5 min readWriting5 min read
Jan 27, 2024Member-onlyFind Me a Place Called HomeAfter a lifetime of traveling and four years living in Airbnbs, I’ve finally found home — When I was younger, I’d filch the real estate listings from the local Pennysaver and pore over the apartments for rent — a new home brought with it the possibility of happiness. Or something that resembled it. On weekends, I’d board buses that stretched the length of Long Island, spending…Relationships6 min readRelationships6 min read