Black Tara Took On a Life of Her Own

Artwork has always been a refuge for me—especially at this stage of my life. It speaks for me in ways where people will finally hear me without judging who I am or what I am… that to me is the purpose of the Black Tara

Summer Nights in Harlem

In that moment, in the middle of Harlem, on a porch with a bunch of people I didn’t even know a few weeks earlier, I felt welcomed. Like a neighbor myself.

The Impossible: My New Reality

I’ve managed to find meaning and purpose for my life at a time and place that I never thought possible. But, with the help and guidance from The Art of Soulmaking, the impossible has become my new reality.

How To Love

Raylene’s community watched out for each other. They made sure that whoever didn’t have money had enough to eat. If someone didn’t have a place to live there was always a couch. If someone’s mom was on drugs, someone else would take in the kids.

The Art of Women’s Connection

There is the ineffableness of an experience with women sharing their power. You have to feel it to know it. But it can move mountains.

Letter to My Children

I am not much of a bumper sticker person, but I do have one on the back of our family Subaru. It reads, “I’d rather be slowly consumed by moss.”

Serving You Serves Me

Some may think this is witchcraft or magic, but to me, it is women. Women taking a risk, unveiling the mask, letting go of the protective layers, and taking that one brave step to say yes. Yes to themselves. Yes to their power. Yes to their vulnerabilities. And yes to their voices.