Issue Nº 01, Guatemala Edition
I am a witness, a strategist, and a steady room for women rebuilding their work on their own terms. What they build is honest, rightly compensated, entirely theirs, and free to travel with them wherever they choose to go.
Currently
Writing from my favorite cafe in Guatemala City.
The Letter
I packed one suitcase, and a quiet promise: I will be paid for the genius I hold.
For two decades I poured into rooms that admired my mind and underpaid my hands. I decided to build a practice that travels with me, coaching exceptionally underestimated women through their hardest pivots, and teaching the frameworks I wish someone had handed me.
My clients are women who refuse to shrink to fit. Together we build work that is honest, rightly compensated, and entirely their own.
The Work
A school for the deep work you do on your own time, and a private room for the decisions that belong to no one else.
Build a business that is fully, unapologetically yours. A deep, identity-first business school for women who are done borrowing someone else's formula and ready to build work that is fully, unapologetically theirs. From sovereignty to sales, every lesson begins with who you actually are.
For the woman who does not need another framework, she needs a witness who can hold the whole picture. Her work. Her money. Her leadership. The part of her life she has not been able to say out loud yet. We meet privately, on a rhythm that fits the season she is in. A few seats open each quarter.
Free, in real time
Bring one real business decision you're sitting with. In about 5 minutes you'll leave with a clearer understanding of what's shaping it… and one clean next move.
No signup. No email. Just you and the question.
The Table
The heart of this work has always been the women around the table. This is a community where we share the wins, the invoices, the doubts, and the next plane ticket.
What's on the horizon
I am beginning to dream forward into small, luxury retreats abroad, intimate gatherings in Lisbon, Mexico City, and Marrakech for the women in my orbit. Slow mornings, considered rooms, generous food, real conversation. Quietly building. More to come.
In her words
“I did not leave to find myself. I have been with myself my whole life. I left because I could no longer keep building from a verdict that wasn't true.”
— JEEJEE
The Book
You already know you are enough. You learned that one years ago. What still runs underneath it is quieter. And more specific. I must earn the right to fully exist as myself. The Verdict walks you back to the part of you that never signed it. The Witness.
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On Witness
Much of my closest work has happened privately, with women whose names you would recognize and women whose names you would not. Their stories are theirs to tell, on their own timing, in their own words. With their blessing, a few of them will share here in time.
Until then, the work speaks in the essays below, in the rooms I run, and in the women who keep coming back.
A little more
Old enough to have survived a few verdicts of my own.
Somewhere along the way I realized none of those things were the work. They were preparation for it.
The work has always been helping people recognize what's true, stop negotiating with it, and build from there.
Outside of work, I love stand-up comedy, I think dancing solves more problems than most people realize, I appreciate a good meal made with real ingredients, I still believe a great conversation can change the direction of a life, and I rock with people who can tell the truth faster than most.
I'll be 50 this year.
From the archives
Have a laugh with me from the old days, my first marketing video from 2013.
Reckoning
It's the question no one asks her.
It's not… "What have you accomplished"… she can answer that in her sleep, and she will, brilliantly, if given the chance.
The question is "What have you built, and what were you building against?"
Keep reading →Sovereignty
There is a number you have not said out loud yet. You have circled it in your notes app. You have written it on the back of a receipt and then turned the receipt over. You have whispered it to one friend at dinner and watched her face to see if it was too much.
It is not too much. It is the fee you are afraid to name.
For most of us, pricing is not a math problem. It is a nervous system event. We were taught, early and often, that to ask for the real number is to be ungrateful, greedy, difficult, unfeminine, un-spiritual, un-Black-girl-humble, un-something. So we discount before anyone asks. We round down on the proposal. We throw in the extra call. We tell ourselves we are being generous. We are being afraid.
Keep reading →Abroad
I did not leave the United States to find myself. I have been with myself my whole life. I left to stop performing the version of me that country required.
The first month in Mexico, I slept differently. I did not realize how much of my body had been braced until it stopped bracing. I would wake up and lie there for a long time, listening to a city that was not asking me to prove anything before breakfast.
Guatemala City taught me something else. It taught me what it feels like to be a stranger who is still treated like a person. To buy fruit from the same woman three weeks in a row and have her remember my name before I remembered hers. To be the only Black woman in a room and not have it be the loudest fact in the room.
Keep reading →Private Work — Inquire
A few seats open each quarter. Tell me who you are, what you are building, and the decision that brought you here. I read every inquiry myself.