Australia • Est. 2026
A letter. Delivered to your door every month. For blokes who know something's missing - and aren't quite sure how to name it.
Not a newsletter. Not a self-help book. A proper letter, from one bloke to another - plus a few things to carry you through the month.
The main event. Personal, honest, a bit raw. Written as if you're mates who haven't caught up in a while — because in a way, you are.
One line. Carry it with you, or keep it on the bathroom mirror. Something small that holds its ground all month long.
One concrete thing to actually do this month. Not a life overhaul. Specific enough to attempt, open enough to fit your life.
What's worth your time this month. Reading, listening, moving, watching. No affiliates. No sponsored picks. Just honest recommendations.
Hey mate,
I've been thinking a lot about connection lately. Not in a woo-woo way. In the way where you're on the train, surrounded by people, and you're all staring at your phones and somehow it's the loneliest you've felt all week.
I grew up in the country, where you'd say g'day to people on the street without thinking about it. Moved to the city and it felt like I was breaking a rule every time I tried that. Still does, sometimes.
That's from the first letter. June 2026.
Letters From a Mate started from a simple observation: nobody sends blokes letters anymore. Nobody really checks in. And somewhere between work, family, and everything else competing for your attention, it gets harder to find the time, or the words, for the things that actually matter.
So this is an attempt to fix that, in a small way. It's written by one person, somewhere in Sydney, who grew up in the country and somehow ended up here. Who's navigated work and fatherhood and the odd rough patch, and found that the things worth saying rarely get said.
It won't always land. Some months it'll feel exactly right. Others it might sit on your desk for a week before you get to it. That's fine. There's no algorithm pushing it at you. It just arrives.
If you've ever read something and thought: yeah, that's exactly it. This is for you.