The Letters
Thoughts from the house.
Every now and then, something catches our attention.
Something happening in the world. A conversation we keep hearing. Something women seem to be talking about, or perhaps something nobody is talking about enough.
Sometimes it's something we've read. Sometimes something we've noticed.
Sometimes it's simply a thought we haven't been able to shake.
This is where we write about it.
The big things and the seemingly insignificant ones.
Women. Work. Relationships. Friendship. Rest. Identity. Culture. Getting older. Starting again.
And whatever else feels worth sitting down with.
Not advice. Not answers.
Just thoughtful things, written from us to you.
Make something nice. Stay for a while.
Maybe Romanticising Your Life Is Actually a Good Idea
The internet has given us plenty of questionable wellness trends, but romanticising your life might be one worth keeping. Perhaps it is less about making life look beautiful, and more about noticing the beauty
Apparently, September would like us to sort our lives out
September has quietly become January’s more sophisticated younger sister. Suddenly we’re resetting everything, including ourselves. But perhaps a new season doesn’t need a new you.
Who Said This Was the Age We Were Supposed to Have It All Figured Out?
There was a time when forty sounded incredibly grown-up. Then, rather inconveniently, we got here. What if not having it all figured out isn’t a sign we’re behind, but simply proof we’re not finished yet?
Are We Losing the Art of Friendship?
Some friendships last a lifetime. Others belong to a particular chapter. And somewhere between busy lives, group chats and watching each other from a screen, have we forgotten what it means to really be friends?
When Did Everyone Become an Expert on Your Life?
We’ve never had more advice about how to live, love, work, parent, rest and apparently even eat breakfast. Somewhere in all that helpful information, have we forgotten to ask ourselves what we actually think?
Whatever Happened to Doing Nothing?
Somewhere along the way, even rest became another thing to be good at. What happened to wasting time simply because we could?