This didn’t start in a classroom. It started in the hallway.
In the slammed door, the swallowed scream, the moment I stood frozen while my child unraveled—because I had no idea how to be with their intensity, or mine.
I wasn’t new to parenting. I was deep in it. But I was parenting from everything I had been taught (or “not taught”—punishment, control, silence, shame—and wondering why it still felt like I was failing.
I thought I needed better strategies. What I actually needed was to burn the whole framework down.
The obedience. The convenience. The pressure to perform. The story that “good moms” don’t get angry, don’t question, don’t need.
I did the work. Nervous system work. Shadow work. Body work. And what came back was not a new method—but an old truth.
My truth. The one I had buried under roles and rules and programming that was never mine to carry.
The Edge & The Embers is what rose from the ashes. It’s the invitation I never had: To parent from your body, not your fear. To walk to the edge of everything you were taught—and decide what still belongs. To stop looking outside yourself for answers you were born with.
This work is not cute. It’s not clean. But it is clear. And once you feel that clarity—once you catch even one flicker of your own fire—you won’t go back.
You’ll burn what no longer fits. You’ll reclaim what was always yours. You’ll parent from the edge—and never lose yourself again.