Help encourage my Mom?

Letters from the mountains.

True story.

My Mom is a writer. A really good one.

You’ve never read her stuff because — despite my begging over the years — she refused to publish a single word of it.

Until last month.

I showed her a handful of sites where people pay actual money to receive actual paper letters in the mail. (Yes. Real letters. Stamps and everything.) Then I said, “Mom — your stories about growing up in the mountains of eastern Kentucky? People would devour this.”

She gave me that look. The one moms give.

“Who’d want to read stories about mountain people?”

“Mom. Trust me on this.”

She finally did.

So now — once a month — Grandma Molinda sits down and writes a letter. Mountain recipes. Old photographs. Stories with hard-earned wisdom baked into them from growing up in Appalachia.

The letters are really good. I want you to read them.

Here’s the deal:

$15 a month. One real ink-on-paper letter. In a real envelope. Delivered to your real mailbox.

Cancel anytime. (I don’t think you’ll want to.)

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A proper website is coming.

For now, I just want to keep Mom encouraged so she keeps writing.

If you sign up today, you’ll be one of the folks who made that happen.

And for us mountain people? That means more than you know.

Thanks,
Ray

P.S. Fifteen bucks. One letter from Grandma Molinda’s kitchen table. Once a month. I think you’re going to look forward to it.

P.P.S. I don’t make a penny from this. The money goes straight to my mom.
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