Support for women ripening into their second bite of life.

Hi Reader,

One of the sweetest (and most humbling) parts of parenting a tween is remembering what it’s like to be uncensored.

To lean into being the most annoying version of yourself, just for laughs.
To shout, “Watch this! Watch this! ARE YOU WATCHING THIS?” as you throw your weight into another handstand.
To fall in love with a song and play it loud — over and over.

Watching my daughter live unfiltered reminds me how far many of us have come from that kind of abandon.

So many brilliant midlife women I coach — maybe you too — have learned to be careful with what they love.
To make the practical choice.
To conceal the messiness that bubbles just under the surface.
To become the one everyone can count on.

But somewhere along the way, something precious faded — their own knowing.
Their wild ear for what sounds like them.​
Like music playing from another room.

Midlife — this wild, humbling chapter — invites us to listen again.
To press our ear against the heart’s door.
To remember the sound of our own dreaming.

I’m cooking up a new Second Bite workshop inspired by this very theme, and I’d love your input:

What feels hardest about claiming your needs or self-expression in midlife?

Reply and tell me — your reflections will help shape our gathering.

xx,
Brooke

P.S. I’m opening the doors to Second Bite soon.

It’s the place to start living from your heart, enjoying what you’ve earned, and finally becoming who you’re meant to be — surrounded by midlife women who get it.

​Learn more and join the waitlist here.