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Some announcements don’t come with a red carpet. Mine came on a walk, dogs trotting alongside me, still catching my breath from the last hill, trying to figure out how to say something I’ve been circling for years: I am stepping out from behind the identities I’ve hidden in — therapist, teacher, coach — and I am simply, fully, Sarah Lowell Harmon.

If you’ve been following along, you already know the headline. The School of Mom is becoming The Home of Mothering Ourselves Mindfully. But headlines don’t tell you why, and I think the why matters more than the announcement itself. So consider this the long version — the backstory, and the roadmap for what comes next.

Where This Actually Started

I grew up north of Boston and went to undergrad at Denison University in Ohio, where I sat in my first Psychology 101 class and felt something click into place. I was hooked on human behavior. But I also knew, the second I graduated at 21, that I had absolutely no business counseling anyone. I was drinking, partying, having fun, and pretty lost — which is a very normal, very human place to be at 21, even if it doesn’t match the tidy origin story we like to tell about people who end up doing “healing work.”

I moved to San Diego for a few years, worked in sales, and eventually knew it was time to leave — not toward something specific, just away from what wasn’t it anymore. With nothing tying me down, I took a working holiday visa to New Zealand. My plan to work a ski season fell through, and in its place, I ended up managing a women’s duathlon series for Ironman New Zealand — ten races across the country, built specifically to get women moving who’d never had access to that kind of community. One year turned into three.

When I finally came home, I got my yoga certification in New York City, moved back to Boston, and started a graduate certificate program in clinical mental health counseling. I did my internships, got hired at a college counseling center, and logged 3,300 supervised clinical hours — the number you need post-master’s to get licensed.

I share that number on purpose. Not because I think everyone needs to walk the exact path I did, but because we’re in an industry where lived experience and a weekend certification sometimes get marketed as equivalent to years of clinical training. They’re not the same thing, and I don’t think mothers should have to guess which one they’re getting.

The Download, and Everything After

Eventually I went into private practice, had my first kid, then my second, and found myself in the middle of an acute mental health crisis with my own mother — while simultaneously teaching mindfulness, teaching yoga, and counseling clients, and realizing all three were really one thing wearing different outfits.

One night at 3am, the night before I taught my last public yoga class, I got a download: this is what you’re meant to do. The School of Mom opened in May 2020. I eventually closed my private practice and, later, Parent Wellness Group — the company I’d started for clinical counselors who were also parents, after one too many conversations with moms whose therapists just didn’t get it.

But even after closing that practice, I was still, in a sense, hiding — behind “therapist,” behind “teacher,” behind a brand name that was about the teaching rather than about me. A conversation with my business strategist cracked it open. She told me, plainly, that I’d outgrown The School of Mom. What got me here wouldn’t get me there. It landed like a slap — the good kind.

So here we are. Not The School of Mom. Not a role. Just me — teacher, therapist, wife, mother, and underneath all of it, a woman who is also still learning to mother herself.

What The Home of Mothering Ourselves Mindfully Actually Is

The home of Mothering Ourselves Mindfully isn’t a website or a logo. It’s your body. Every body. That’s the actual work — coming back into the body, mothering ourselves mindfully, healing and awakening so we can model something different for our daughters and the generations behind us.

Practically, here’s how you step in:

Mothering Ourselves Mindfully is the foundation — a year-long program opening for enrollment in September 2026, starting in October. It’s intentionally spacious, because healing that’s rooted in decades of nervous system programming doesn’t happen in a four-week sprint, especially not while you’re actively parenting.

From there, Radical Flourishing is an eight-month, high-touch program with small groups, one-on-ones, and two retreats, running October through May — for women who’ve already built the shared language and foundation.

One-on-one work is available in limited spaces, and Untethered, a program for women with a difficult or nonexistent relationship with their own mother, is returning soon.

I bring the clinical hours, the yoga and mindfulness training, and — maybe most importantly — the lived experience of being a daughter of a mother who struggled deeply, an adult child of divorce, and a mom myself, still doing this work in real time.

This is me. This is the home of mom.