I'm Taylor. Mom of two—a newborn and a toddler when this launched. Art school grad turned corporate 9-to-5er turned whatever I am now. Lived in Philly for a long time before moving to suburbia, which I'm still adjusting to. I have a partner who I don't call my boyfriend because it makes me feel 15, but we're not married either, so I just call him my husband to strangers and deal with the existential weirdness later. I stay sane through the occasional Friday happy hour at my local dive bar, long baths, and music in the car with the volume up.

I was on my second maternity leave, basically drowning, and I couldn't find one single thing that was mine. I used to be fun, I used to do things, I used to have a bottle of yellow mustard in a drawer at the Irish Pub in Rittenhouse with my name on it (more on that later). I needed a new outlet. Something real. And I was sick of opening my mailbox to nothing but Royal Caribbean cruise offers and bills. I started this because I think I needed it. I think you might need it too.

I want this to be a monthly moment to yourself. Wait until the kids are asleep or shipped off to school. Hold a piece of paper that someone crafted for you. Slow down. Keep it sacred. Keep it yours. A letter from one mom to another, mailed with intention, because you deserve something that's just for you.