Feral & Fed
A way of living. Not another course to finish.
An experience for women with a roar in their belly they've never let out.
You know the sound I mean. It lives somewhere under your ribs, low and hot, and it's been there since before anyone taught you to be agreeable. It rose up the last time someone talked over you at the table, and again when you said "it's fine" and it absolutely wasn't. Every time, you swallowed it, smiled, and went back to being easy to be around.
Somebody taught you that sound was dangerous. Maybe it was your mother, maybe it was a thousand small moments of being told to calm down, and you learned to keep it down so well you forgot it was yours.
It's still in there, and it's getting louder.
fer·al wom·an (noun)
A woman who has stopped performing for the people who wrote the rules.
She's messy and completely comfortable in it, unbothered when the whole room turns to stare. She trusts her gut over the experts and lives by her own rhythm instead of somebody else's schedule. For years she was numb and over-managed. Now her instincts are wide awake and she isn't asking anyone's permission to use them.
The world is on fire
and the rulebook stopped working a long time ago
Nobody is coming with a better one, so we're going back to the oldest one there is, the one written in your body, which knew how to roar long before you learned how to apologize.
Feral is the roar coming back. Fed is the body that can carry it, because a depleted woman caves the moment anyone pushes back.
You don't need permission.
You need to begin.
Small actions. Stronger bodies. Clearer boundaries. A life that's yours.
Work With Me Directly
Hi, I'm Jamie!
I spent most of my life being whoever everyone else needed me to be. I learned to read a room, keep the peace, and make myself smaller so nobody else felt uncomfortable.
Life knocked me down plenty. I raised my kid as a single mom, lived through real hardship, and learned that every time things fell apart, I had two choices: therefore I can't or okay, now what.
I chose the second one. Usually while swearing.
For years, I was the sensible parenting expert, handing out good advice while keeping my real opinions to myself. Then menopause came along and stripped the performance right off me.
Now I'm done being agreeable, and I'm especially done with an industry that has convinced women that strangers on the internet know their kids better than they do.
I know what it's like to bend yourself into a thousand shapes to keep everything together. And I know what it takes to find your way back.
That's what I teach here. Less performing. More trusting yourself. And a whole lot of okay, now what.
So hi. I'm the one with a tin foil hat. Pull up a chair.
MEET JAMIE