This is a place for honest womanhood...Written from inside a life that was forged in the dirt...These letters aren’t teachings or tidy conclusions...They are written from inside a living body - from motherhood, love, rupture, devotion, desire, loss, healing, and beginning again...I write as a woman who has loved deeply...As a mother whose heart has been stretched beyond language...As a woman who has known intimacy after rape...Sex after fear...Love after violence...Trust after betrayal...I write about the body —and what it remembers...About sex and tenderness —
and how they return slowly, truthfully, in their own time...About spirituality that is lived, not performed...About the ache of starting over...About choosing softness without abandoning yourself...These letters hold the parts of womanhood we don’t often make space for — the complexity, the contradiction...the grief that lives alongside pleasure...the longing that exists even in love...the quiet courage it takes to stay open...You don’t need to agree with everything here...You don’t need to be healed, awakened, or certain...You don’t need to have the same story...You only need to be a woman who knows there is more truth inside her
than she has been allowed to speak...This is a place where I share what I am living, learning, and offering —
from motherhood and relationships
to sex, intimacy, spirituality, and the work still taking shape...Not as instruction...Not as performance...But as presence...These letters will arrive in your inbox each month — honestly written from wherever life is planting me...
You’re welcome to read slowly...
To take what meets you...
To leave what doesn’t...
And to return whenever a letter finds you.