My Sunday Reader

Good day, my friends, (and please forgive me for that salutation. I immediately heard Ricardo Montalban in my head as I wrote that):

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In case you didn’t get the memo, it’s a brave new world out there. Yet in the olden days, there was such a thing as newspapers. One of them, a venerable Canadian daily known as the Edmonton Journal, foolishly gave me an entire page every Sunday to blather on about this, that, and occasionally, the other thing. The result? A column called Telescope, which took up Page 2 in a section of the newspaper called The Sunday Reader.

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Our marketers told me it was the most popular feature in the Sunday paper, perused by 50 per cent of readers; 90 per cent of them reading it beginning to end, which the marketers said was astounding for a page-long feature.

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Well, Telescope died when the Sunday Reader did and thus ended my 40-plus years in newspapering. Ever since, I’ve busied myself pretending to be a consultant while writing books. Yet I missed the daily grind of a weekly feature. That brings me to the point of this email.

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Fast forward to 2024

I have launched a weekly newsletter that’s sort of a mini-me version of Telescope. Mini as in under 600 words or a four-minute read. It comes out every Sunday and is called, as you might expect, My Sunday Reader..

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In it you will find cringe-worthy yet occasionally humorous personal anecdotes, the odd essay (emphasis on odd), short videos, favourite tweets and Facebook posts, shameless plugs for favoured projects, and whatever else tweaks my fancy. There might even be the random free giveaway, depending on how the random free giveaway budget holds up. 

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Click on the link below to subscribe. It costs you nothing; in exchange you get a fun read to start your Sunday off right, and my sincere gratitude.