San Francisco Here We Come

You guys have listened to my ups and downs but I haven't given you much of my history. Kimberly Latrice Jones was born in 1976 in Melrose Park, Ill. She began her career in entertainment in 1984 when she became Ms. Pleasant Grove in her small town of Kankakee, Ill. Her mother remarried in 1986 and her family relocated to Chicago, Ill. She attended the famous arts High School, The Chicago Academy for the Arts and graduated in 1994. She attended Columbia College for one year where she studied film with a concentration in producing. After bouncing back and forth between Chicago and Atlanta working as a film/tv extra, improv comic and salesperson she decided to move to Los Angeles. While in LA she worked as a wardrobe assistant and eventually as an intern to a Miramax development executive. After several years in LA she settled back in Atlanta where she promptly took a position as a development assistant on the reality series Being Bobby Brown. Upon completion of her work on the series she worked a short period of time as the Company Manager for the Atlanta Ballet. Her next gigs were as the production secretary on the Tyler Perry films Madea's Family Reunion & I Can Do Bad All By Myself. She was the Co-Producer of independent film "Five Days In The A", which received Official Selection at the San Diego Black Film Festival and the San Francisco Black Film Festival. She is currently in development on a short drama with her production company Powerhouse Productions Entertainment, LLC. She is the proud mother of a son, Drake Edward Williams, who resides with her in Atlanta, GA.

Momma

Mother's Day is coming and it has me thinking about my Mom. I watch Mad Men and my favorite character is Peggy Olsen, because she's a woman in the 60's making it in a male driven industry. That takes me back to my childhood memories. I remember taking the elevator up at the Sears Tower and ending up in my Mom's office, an executive suite. Even in the 80's she was an oddity. Not to mention the fact that she had been at Sears in a minimum of a supervisory position since the late 60's. Now she was an executive and based on the way people treated me I knew she was important. It let me know I could be important. Walter Payton did a promotion with Sears my Mom oversaw, so when she came to career day at my school she came with Walter Payton autographs for my entire class. I will never forget the limo picking us up to take us to see the 1986 championship bears play. My Mom was a winner and she still is. Where did she get this wow factor, my grandmother. My grandmother who owned acres of land and built a church in the basement of her home. My grandmother who walked the streets of the west side of Chicago talking to gang members and getting them out of street life. Two amazing women. My Mom is my Hero and my Grandmother was her's. This Mother's Day I pray I become the woman my son needs to see to know he can do whatever he wants.

Back On The Block

Whew! I know it's been a long time since I posted but a lot has gone on. Well, I literally had a nervous breakdown and had to take some time off. I needed a moment, been a rough few years void of any vacation so my mind glitched and decided to chuck it all to the wind. Some good and bad things have happened since then but I'm still pressing forward. Lost my pt job as the day of the breakdown I was due at work and never showed up, a few weeks back my son's father was incarcerated, lost my phone (after getting it back from the debacle of my breakdown) and I've had a slight medical scare. That's the bad, let's be done with that, trust me I'm not complaining, just explaining.
My old friend Wes Coas and I began working on a short film for him to direct being done through his company and the company I started with my two good friends Lashunda Simpson and Angela Dobbs. It's an amazing short and we just secured some heavy hitters on the crew and are gearing up for the casting call. It's budgeted and nearly ready to go, production will begin in June and I still have a lot of work to do but I'm loving being back at work. This is birthday season for my family I had a fun house party for me and enjoyed cooking for my friends, Drake had a Cars themed house party and then the next day enjoyed a day at the Atlanta Zoo, anyone who knows him knows how crazy he is about animals and cars. My Mom is next and we're planning a picnic for her.
The company my partners and I started has made a lot of milestones but we're keeping most of it under wraps until our officially launch. Watch out it's going to be a beast.

It ain't over for me, I'm gonna keep hustlin'!

The Changing Mind Of A Mega Mogul Momma

I'm staying! I'm staying in the A because I formulated a most masterful plan towards elite domination. It is shamelessly selfish and that feels good. I'm always on board to help others pursue their dreams but for the first time in my life I am going to live my own dream. So sorry to those who will be upset but true business minds will understand the need for pursuit of your own vision. Watch and learn people, watch and learn.

Bon Voyage ATL

I'm leaving, that's right, I'm leaving Georgia! I'm moving back to the Chi. I have enrolled in school towards the final outcome of receiving my MBA from Northwestern University. I'm done playing myself in the A, life for me here has been no crystal stair. LA punched me in the face but the A stabbed me in the back, so I'm headed back to the Chi where the people are loyal and the food is delicious. Well, actually I'm headed to the suburbs in Tinley Park, Ill but it'll still feel like home. I can't wait, now I'm assured my son won't have a job hindering southern accent and a penchant for womanizing. Most importantly I'll be able to eat great pizza and see some amazing theater. Home sweet home. Gonna get my MBA and open my own theater, it will be sweet. Chicago is my kind of town. Now I just have to break the news to the Sitter.

I'm not lazy, I just don't care!

Christmas was going great. Drake and I spent the night at my mother's on Christmas Eve and Drake and my nephew Quinton awakened to gifts from me and my Mom. Most of Drake's gifts were at our home but he had enough at his Granny's to be satisfied. My Mom cooked a lovely breakfast and everything was going well. Right before I left to attend a business meeting with my brother (Moguls work Holidays too) is when it happened. My Mom started ranting about how me being at her house is like having an additional child. How I don't pick up behind my son and so on. I tried to lighten the mood for Christmas sake and said jokingly "I'm never coming back here you're mean to me" she then began saying I was mean to her, that I am never considerate towards her. Here's were I got irritated. Of all my siblings and there are lots of us, I do the most for her. I assist her with my invalid brother, give her money, run her errands you name it I do it. She knows me well enough to know I'm not lazy I just don't care about Holly Housewife chores, never have. My bedroom in High School always looked like Theo's from The Cosby Show. My current home only gets cleaned when I'm expecting guest. I am not domestic. I am a freaking Mogul in the making for pete's sake and I have never been a girly girl, never. So the fact that she discredits all that I do because my number one concern is not homemaking pisses me off. If she wasn't my mother I would allow her to feel what it's like without all my other help for a few months to teach her a lesson. But I won't because I love her and I know she's just old and ornery. So we argued and I left in a huff without Christmas dinner.
This may sound ridiculous and petty but you must understand the history of my mother and I. She doesn't understand me at all. I understand her completely but she is a stubborn Taurus who can only see things one way at a time. I being an expansive Pisces can understand other people's point of view while still staying true to my own ideals. She has never been able to accept my priorities. I have a dream and I'm led by it. I would rather take a spare grand of my money and invest it in my film career than on designer clothes for my son and I. I buy our clothing at consignment shops and places like Ross or Old Navy. I'd rather give my son a huge party to raise money for his college fund than and opulent birthday party. She thinks I'm a slob and looser, I think I'm a visionary. She believes in the one two step of go to school, get a job. I believe follow your dream and learn to be financially savvy. She was a high end executive who now has nothing to show for her success and I just don't want to become her; old, ornery and broke. She looked and lived fabulous and now she has nothing. So when we fight it's not about picking up toys on Christmas, it's about lifestyle choice. She was really angry that I left mid-Christmas celebration to go take a business meeting.
Drake's Dad arrived to my Mom's house about the time I returned from my meeting to pick Drake up. I explained to him that I would pick Drake up the next day around 8am. The Sitter is still not cleared to be left alone with his son for long stretches of time as he has some t's to cross and i's to dot. So of course when I call him to say I'm on my way he doesn't answer. I just don't care to fight with him anymore so I let it go, but trust this show of disrespect to our agreement will ensure all visits from this point on will be supervised . I don't care to interact with people anymore unless it pertains to business. I have two loves, Drake and film, the rest is a waste of my time.

Going On Around Me

Today has been one of those days where I have had to exercise my super woman strength. It started this morning when I overslept and was late for work because I had to go vote in Atlanta's Mayoral election. Then as I got my day started some more baby daddy drama occurred. The Sitter has a son 6 months younger than my son. The Sitter decided his second son should see the same doctor my son goes to and I discovered this a few months ago not because he told me but because he got busted when we had to get my son's shot records to start school. So when it was time to schedule my son a new appointment I was told by The Sitter that he couldn't see the doctor anymore (a doctor I chose by the way) because the insurance I had now, they didn't take. So today as I searched for my son a new doctor on-line my instincts told me to follow up with this info myself. I did and discovered he had lied, they do take my son's current insurance so I scheduled my son and appointment and cussed out The Sitter like a dog in the street I didn't know. As usual I was later angry with myself for letting him get to me. I know what he is and don't know why I expect him to function like anything other than the blood sucking bottom feeder that he is.
An extension of The Sitter is just as bad as the low life himself. Somehow I was dumb enough to let myself get tied up in a car fiasco with him a few months back. His boot-leg uninsured towing company damaged a car and he was going to have to pay for it, instead he convinced me to take it as my car and in the meantime while he was fixing it I could take his second car. Well the car turned out to be crap and we decided to scrap it, the guy who owned the car has been paid all but $500 for the car and decided today he would call and harass my phone for the last payment. I directed him to The Sitter, since that's who's making the payments and refrained from calling him the thirsty, coochie-whipped, chump that he is. The harassing call was only made because his baby momma stays on him like white on rice and his soft behind is scared to death of her(she's a woman after my own heart, I have much respect for her whip cracking self).
I already knew I had a dinner meeting later today I was dreading and it became more dreadful over the course of the day. "The Talent" and I use that word loosely of a project our company handled has her people mixed up and thinks she's going to get something from us she doesn't deserve. Well as the day went on she began sending text to one of our key power players that proved the meeting is going to be a an ugly stare down. Little does she know I didn't earn the name The Beast from being easily intimidated. Knowing the business inside and out, I'm so ready to kill her with kindness and handle my business strictly by the book.
All of this and I have to go to court tomorrow because the car The Sitter loaned me was uninsured when he first gave it to me and I got three huge tickets to deal with tomorrow. It's so much going on around me but I wouldn't have it any other way.