Journal

Letters from Tameka.

A note from me, on Sundays

Short pieces on the things that keep coming up. They arrive by email on Sundays, and gather here afterwards.

A handwritten letter with a pink ribbon and dried flowers

The Letters

Every letter, in one place.

The first letter is being written.

Join the list and it will reach you on the Sunday it goes out. Every letter gathers here afterwards.

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What They Are

Not a newsletter, exactly.

I am not going to send you tips, and I am not going to sell you something every week. These are letters, and they are the same things I would say to you if we were sitting down.

Sundays

One letter a week, at the end of the week, when there is usually a little more room to read something properly.

Short

A few minutes, not an essay. Long enough to say one thing, short enough that you will actually read it.

Yours

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The Letters

Sundays, and nothing else.

Join the list and the letters will reach you as they are written. The archive above fills in as they go out.

One letter on Sundays. Unsubscribe whenever you like.

In The Meantime

There is already plenty to read.

Start with the philosophy

It is the longest piece of writing on this site. It explains what I actually mean by femininity, and why I have a complicated relationship with the word strong.

Read the philosophy

Or read my story

How I became the woman everyone depends on, what it cost me, and what changed.

Meet Tameka