About

My name is Angela. I live in Michigan, and I make Letters from Laurel Creek by myself, at my kitchen table.

I grew up in the seventies and eighties, and there are parts of that time I still miss—not because everything was simpler or better, but because life moved a little slower. We waited for letters, waited for phone calls, waited for our favorite song to come on the radio. We spent time together without always having something buzzing for our attention. Letters from Laurel Creek is my way of bringing a little of that feeling back: the anticipation, the connection, and the small moments that somehow stayed with us. For a few minutes, you can step out of the noise and into Amy's world.

Amy will bring you back.

How it's made

Amy types her letters, but there's still plenty of her left all over the page—notes in the margins, crossed-out words, arrows, afterthoughts and her signature at the end. I put every envelope together by hand, tuck in the pieces of her life she wants you to have, and send it on its way.

There is no stock photography in any of this, no AI-generated images, and nothing bought in bulk and repackaged. If Amy sends you a friendship pin, I made it with a safety pin and seed beads, the same way we made them.

About Amy

Amy Olsen isn't real. Neither is Jen, or Laurel Creek, or the high school, or the town. I write them.

I've tried to write them the way it felt to be fourteen, which isn't quite the same as the way fourteen actually was. The details are invented. The feeling isn't.

What is real

The mail. It's a real envelope with a real stamp, and it comes from a PO Box in Michigan that you can write back to.

Some people do. Those are my favorite days.

— Angela