It started in a corporate meeting room.
Seventeen years inside global transformations. Mergers. Restructures. Performance reviews. Endless decks.
I was good at it. I was also nearly burned out.
Then I got pregnant with my third child. My company asked me to commute to Paris three days a week. While pregnant. While running on fumes. While two other kids waited for me at home.
I took it as the sign. I went all in on what would become House of Her.
Running a business with a newborn was not soft.
I won't lie. Building a business while staying home with a newborn was a challenge most days. Some nights too.
But it was mine. The hours were mine. The decisions were mine. The mistakes were mine.
Then I met Claude. Not a chatbot. A teammate.
The first agent saved me three hours a week. Then ten. Then twenty. I wasn't tired anymore. I was building.
The shift was internal before it was external.
I had to let go of the story that doing it all made me valuable. That hustle was a personality trait. That delegation was for "real" CEOs with budgets.
I had to start believing something simpler: women deserve to do what they love. Without limits.
Not someday. Not when the kids are older. Not when the launch is done. Now.
That's the belief I build on. For me. For every woman I work with.
Today, I run House of Her and I build for my clients.
Some days, I'm rewriting a sales page with a coach who couldn't crack it solo.
Some days, I'm delivering a landing page in three hours that would take an agency three weeks.
Some days, I'm training a team to use Claude without breaking it.
Some days, I'm designing an AI team from scratch with a founder who's been "researching" it for eight months.
The thread between all of it: strategy you can put into action, with AI as the lever. Not consulting decks. Not theory. Working things.




