12/16/2025
I graduated a Deathschool Evolved class last week. It was bittersweet, as one student pointed out, we had trauma bonded. This group was there for me through the immediacy of the hurricane, and I was there for them as we walked the path of their history, thier relationship with death and grief, and the full comprehensive coursework that is my cornerstone training - Deathschool Evolved.
I tell my students on the first day of class that by the last; we will be a community. And it’s true. I love them. They love eachother. The WhatsApp group chat is chattering.
There aren’t that many places in life where we communicate on this level. Deathwork, grief work, life work - it’s all the same. It asks you to hold grief in one hand and progress in the other other. It’s a culture changing career, this doulaship. And - it’s AI proof. Nope, never gonna have robots sitting bedside, singing Amazing Grace.
It’s my greatest blessings to help people massage the knots inside their hearts, loosen the grip the fear has, and sometimes also make a meaningful career change.
I’ve actually lost track of how many sessions it’s been now. We’re well in the 20s. I’m considering changing the format soon - to a class where we only meet once a month (instead of 8 times a month, like we do now). I don’t know yet. So many ways to deliver education and I like to play around with what works best. If this high-touch, deep-dive twice a week format (8 weeks of me all over your life) is your kind of learning, lean in.
I’m still running a big sale, my prices are very competitive for death doula training, and while I hail many other teachers out there in the space, I also confidently tell you - this class is excellent. It’s life changing. Can’t wait to meet me next round of besties.
