Letters from Pixley 💌

This is a gentle reminder that we’re all connected.

I started a mail club. One at your actual mailbox that you walk outside to.

Why? I’ve always been someone who notices things. The smallest shift in someone’s expression. The way their hands move when they’re nervous. The things people say without ever speaking. As a child, I didn’t have a name for that kind of sensitivity. I just knew I felt a lot, noticed a lot, and sometimes carried feelings that didn’t seem to belong to me.

Over time, I realized that paying attention to the little things wasn’t something I needed to outgrow. It was simply part of how I experienced the world.

When I was a little girl growing up in Minnesota, I had pen pals in the Netherlands and on the island of Mauritius. I remember opening those letters and feeling, for a moment, that the world had become so much bigger than the little town I knew.

Someone, somewhere, had sat down and thought about me long enough to write. There’s something beautiful about that. I’ve always felt the same way about old bookstores and libraries, the smell of aging paper, the quiet of a room filled with stories, the feeling of holding something that has passed through other hands. Nothing asking for your attention. Nothing requiring you to be anything other than yourself.

I think there’s a part of us that’s still hungry for that kind of connection. Something slower. Something we can hold. Something that doesn’t disappear the moment we close a screen.

That’s where Letters from Pixley came from. A little monthly envelope where my photography, writing, thoughts, and curiosities I’ve gathered along the way can live together. Some months there may be stories from coastal Georgia. Other months, something entirely unexpected.

I’ve never been very good at staying in one creative lane, and perhaps this is the first time I’ve made something that doesn’t ask me to. For $8 a month, a letter arrives at your actual mailbox. The one outside, yes, you’ll have to take a short walk to get it. 💋

I don’t want these letters to be another thing you consume and forget. I want them to give you something to think about. Maybe a photograph that makes you notice something you’ve walked past a hundred times. Maybe a few words that meet you on a day you needed them. Maybe just the quiet comfort of knowing someone took the time to put something together, with care, and send it into the world

This is a gentle reminder that we’re all connected.

And perhaps the most beautiful things still arrive slowly.

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