From Tressy to The Wild Mother: Inside and Out of Consumer Culture
Elizabeth Cunningham

Awww, Elizabeth, hello, first of all, on this new platform I just learned about today— and thank you for this amazing piece. Seems like I keep coming your way every time I need that extra permission to run wild. Publishers really didn’t have a category for your book! a book which was so rich for me, and how I was always sure when reading it (and Maeve’s story), that I had by the Grace of Goddess, stumbled upon some missing mythology, words to act as a bridge or portal to, as my friend Lea Bayles calls it, Wild Wisdom. Yours was the handbook! I felt you were carrying the torch and showing me the wisdom of the mothers that had been lost to my own and my mother’s own, etc. Like late Beethoven straying from his classical roots and ushering in a new wild style period. You’d think they’d be smart enough to have a category for ‘books before their time’, or ‘a new mythology for girls with pearls’. Seems like if they were smart, they’d have a department just for those ones— the ones they’d save for just the ripe moment, and someone who could see their relevance in the bigger picture. They have financial analysts that claim much more clairvoyance, what is wrong with publishing then?! Funny how relevant your book is now, with all of us women marching. There are a lot of women I run with who are ready to let their Eve make friends with Lilith in a serious way, and won’t stop until they do. Eve needs a makeover, and maybe some baldness.

On a side note: I kept waiting for you to get to when you cut all Tressy’s hair off, but sounds like you were nicer to your Tressy than I was to my poor cabbage patch doll, circa 1980's. A haircut that, unfortunately, wasn’t very wild, rather just to even out her ponytails, much like over pruning a poor rose bush, until there was no way back.