Do you remember what it felt like to receive a real letter?

Once a month I sit down and write you one. Not a newsletter, not content — a page from my diary. My actual life: the tug of war between who I was and who I'm becoming, what it means to be a carioca living in the Pacific Northwest, the things I think about but don't post.

I pair it with a beautiful curated stamp and walk it to my local post office myself.

No algorithms. No notifications. Just my unfiltered life, mailed straight to your door.

That's the P Letter Club.

Only 20 spots left. Come join me.