It arrives on the first of the month.
You already know that about her. It is why she is hard to shop for. Not because she has everything, but because anything she wants, she has quietly decided can wait.
Once a month something arrives with her name on it that nobody needs anything from. No occasion. Nothing to answer.
Nobody feels undeserving of a letter.
It arrives on the first of the month.
Every letter opens Good morning, my Love, and ends the same way it always ends. In between, this is the register.
I will not lecture you. I hate lectures. You are an adult now and in your heart you know what is right for you. A lecture is exhausting and you, my Love, are tired enough.
The one most people pick
Order by the 25th and her first letter goes out on the 1st.
Paid once. This does not renew, and neither of you will be charged again.
You tell us two things at checkout. Where she lives and which month to start.
You get a card to print. It comes by email the same day. Write the month and your name on it, put it in an envelope, and that is the thing she opens during the celebration day. Birthday, Holidays, Mother’s Day - oh my!
The first letter goes out on the first. Order by the 25th and it goes out on the first of the month you chose. After the 25th, it starts the month after.
You noticed. Sometimes, she needs you to notice when it wasn’t going to be her.
Every letter is dated. Every letter is embossed. None is ever printed again.
Printed on Mohawk Superfine and sealed in a deep navy envelope with her name on the front. Blind-embossed and finished by hand, by one woman, one at a time. Dated, and never printed again for anyone else. The kind of mail that used to come and mostly stopped.
Every envelope holds the letter and one other thing. Some months it is an original piece on heavy cotton paper. Some months it is something small enough to keep in a pocket. She does not know which until she opens it. That is on purpose.
You pick the month at checkout. Buying in October for a first letter in December, pick December. Buying for the Holidays, pick January. Buying for a birthday in March, pick March. Nothing gets sent before you want it to.
The return address is ours, not yours. You’ll receive a card to print out, wrap as you so choose, and tell her when it will start. She will know before she opens it.
No. You pay once for the term you chose. When it ends, it ends, and nobody is charged for anything.
We write to you, once, and ask whether you would like to continue. Not her.
Write to hello@lettersfrommymother.org before the first letter goes out and we will refund it. Once the letters have started, we cannot unsend them.
The monthly subscription is here, at $29 a month. Though nothing stops you putting your own name in both boxes.
One woman, and she stays out of the frame on purpose.
Write to hello@lettersfrommymother.org and a person will answer.
She is the one who remembers the birthdays, sends the cards, notices when somebody has gone quiet.
This comes the other way, once a month, with her name on the front. She may not get to it for a few days. That is normal. Once she opens it, it becomes something she cherishes.
Nobody feels undeserving of a letter.