Welcome to the best selling Substack publication, Honeycomb…

(Formerly known as The PK Diaries). 

Some words from long time readers:

“The only email I read.”

“You are a beautiful breath of fresh air. I always leave feeling more enriched.”

“STUNNING. Bowing to you. What a pleasure and honour it is to experience your art in this powerfully charged and clean way.”

“I am sobbing so much right now. I can barely see the words my fingers are typing from all the tears swelling up in my eyes.”

“Oh my God, Peta. I had tears in my eyes. Bless your spice and directness, it is SO needed.”

“Your writings are my favorite thing right now. I feel like every time you write you are speaking directly to my soul.”

“Had to take a breath halfway through to let the goosebumps illuminate!! Peta for all the wins today.”

“Thank you Peta… you’ve been beautifully supplying the words to the feelings I couldn’t verbalize for nearly a decade.”

Here you’ll find indulgently honest tales, memoir style from my late 30’s renaissance, and words that are too rogue for Instagram.

I write to unburden you. I write to excite you. I write to point you towards what is beautiful, so you can have a break from relentlessly seeking truth.

I once built an 8 figure business in my early twenties, after deferring my phD. I’ve written 5 books (newest one coming Jan ‘26), I’ve done the whole ‘Forbes’ thing, been a super raging lefty, been spiritually homeless. I’ve swung to the right, and labelled myself a conservative. I’ve wrestled with God out loud and in this new era of Honeycomb, I’ll share where I’m honestly at with my faith.

I write as an over-achieving eldest daughter, trying to savour these golden days with my children. This is an ache I know many of us share.

I write about that creative tension of motherhood, and how to stay in integrity in a world that entices you to glue yourself to your phone and try to become a superstar.

I write about creative integrity, about peace in a performative world especially while our kids are little.

I write about true vitality in the wellness-girlie-era and a European wellness philosophy of croissants and care-freeness I call Body Luxury.

I write for the discerning woman (and a few men, including my husband who reads every.single.post), the one who knows nonsense when she smells it.

I write about wrestling with God, asking questions, and not lumping yourself into tribalist thinking even when it feels scary to go rogue.

To be honest, I can never sum my work up on these descriptions. Have a read and enjoy.

PK XX