I have often been the first. Sometimes the only. But it was when I reached the VP level that something shifted in a way I was not prepared for.

The visibility felt like an honor. Years of work becoming real. And yet I was not ready for the loneliness that came with it.

The higher I rose, the more I carried. The hopes of people who looked like me. The weight of scrutiny. The pressure of being in rooms with real voice and real stakes, with fewer and fewer people I could look to who understood what that actually felt like. Camaraderie became a luxury I could not afford. The armor became permanent.

What I was hungry for was simple and hard to find. A table where I could take it off. A place where being imperfect, uncertain, or mid-thought did not carry the same risk. Where I did not have to translate my experience or protect my position just to be honest. Where asking for help, advice, or support did not cost me.

I could not find that table. So I built it.

The Table is a supper club for women of color who lead, create, and inspire. An intimate gathering of operators, creatives, and change-makers for off-the-record conversations. No panels. No pitches. No networking theater. Just the kind of dialogue that only happens when we are at the same table.

We come from different fields, different origins, different paths. What we share is knowing what it means to be the first and only in spaces not designed for us.

We show up. We lead. At The Table, we do it together.

This is the space I needed. Now there is a seat for you too.