Issue No. 001: MISSED AMERICAN DREAMS: A No Newsletter

Lucy Shelby

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MISSED AMERICAN DREAMS

A NO NEWSLETTER SERIES

ISSUE NO. 001 | JULY 2026

The Start of Something Nothing.

HELLO FRIENDS, ...

...Maybe strangers, maybe fans, most definitely my parents, the people who graciously signed up to receive this or accidentally are receiving this. Thank you for being here.  Thank you for being here.  

This is my newsletter. 

Agenda item #1.

I HAVE NO NEWS.

This is a NO NEWSLETTER

I have NOTHING to promote you or no show to invite you to. I have not discovered any new network marketing businesses with products to sell you. No courses or big ideas, or secret agendas to make me go viral.  This is just me. An almost 42 year old woman trying her best to write and connect and maybe make you laugh or think, or inspire you to finally clean up your inbox and unsubscribe to all newsletters that you actually don’t want. 

Ironically as I say I have no agenda. I can feel the capitalism conditioned inside of me rising. The little thought that says, but maybe, maybe this will ignite my Broadway debut, or make me rich, or be seen by Reese Witherspoon or Oprah as the next monthly pic. What’s weird is none of these thoughts are really logical. I have no show to pitch to Broadway or a book to be selected. Me writing a weekly column, lets call it, has nothing to do with Broadway, or getting Rich or Oprah. Well.. everything has to do with Oprah, but that’s not my point. 

My point is. I wanted to write this No Newsletter as a space to unwind all of the gunk that keeps me from me. My pure essence without agenda. Without wearing the skin of a snake that  the used car salesman stole.  

Me without millions of images and ideas running through my mind that aren’t mine. That I haven’t mined from my very being in relationship to presence, but instead collected from scrolling on a tiny machine that makes me scream when calling for assistance to any company because they have disabled the simple command of pressing zero to reach an agent. Yes, that was a run on sentence. I am so sick of screaming at robots. 

I am craving. NO NEWS. NO agenda. NO thing. 

And as a Birthday present to me. Yes it is my Birthday on July 9. And to be clear, it just hit me, you may think, AH! There it is. The agenda. No! This isn’t a pathetic call for Birthday praise because I cannot figure out my password to facebook and receive strange yet validating messages there. NO! It is not! It is my present to me. To actualize this no newsletter that I speak about often, but does not actually exist. 

So for my birthday present to me. My present in presence. With myself, with my words. With my thoughts. A commitment to be with them at the very least once a week and share with you. This year my birthday aligns with my MAYAN Birthday, which is the energy I was born on in the Mayan Calendar. So it feels auspicious and like a time to start. 

This No Newsletter is called MISSED AMERICAN DREAMS. 

Take it for what you will. I find it either sits all too well. Or is completely missed. If you feel lost, this may be the start to something great. Or, press unsubscribe. If you get it, well you get it. 

See you next week! 

Love, 

The Patron Saint of Missed American Dreams

(Lucy) 

MISSED AMERICAN DREAMS: A No Newsletter dispatches every Sunday evening, just as the city starts to hum again. Let's explore the missed dreams together. 

AI, suggested that above, sounded cool. May not happen. 

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