Ambitious
School Secretary
Requires Naps
After Coffee
Inconsistent
Bruja
Quirky
Storyteller
Multi-Passionate
Menace

Hola and welcome to my digital casita!
I’m Vicky – strategist, storyteller, and catalyst for multi-passionate creatives who refuse to fit into one box…as well as a future M.S. Ed, because I like my expertise with a side of academic receipts.
I have a soft spot for the dreamers, misfits, and change agents who refuse to shrink themselves and who crave ambition without apology, autonomy without compromise, and meaningful impact without losing themselves in the process.
Audacity comes at a high price – especially for introverted thought leaders who navigate a world that rewards the loudest voices. I want to empower you to amplify your message, build opportunities that align with your vision, and take up space in a way that feels true to who you are.
Between losing my uterus and nearly losing my mind, I’m learning how to recreate who I am without compromising my ambition or peace of mind. By day, I work at a transfer high school in the West Bronx, guiding students to own their potential through intentionality, presence, and confidence.
When I’m not moving at the speed of caffeine at 5am, you can find me writing about the nuance of reinvention (on Substack) – through the lens of a neurodivergent, snarky GenX Latina who refuses to believe she’s past her prime.
Where You've Seen Me

There’s more than enough room for all of us to take up space, thrive, and succeed – without shrinking, settling, or burning out.
Whether you’re ready to unravel limiting beliefs, unlearn the hustle mentality, decolonize how you view your worth, or break free from overwhelm, it starts with the stories you tell yourself – and the ones you’re willing to rewrite.
Your narrative shapes your reality.
When you remember that you are the main character in your life, you step fully into your power and authority. I’m here to help guide your journey and give you the support you need to embody your creative spirit.

Photo Credit: Emily Swanson