Picture this… Salem. 1692. Now fast forward 333 years and add combat boots, eyeliner, a sharp tongue, a spiral journal, and a half-burnt book of prayers. That’s me.
I’m Tara. I’m 44 and just under five feet tall. When I’m in my flow, I’m bouncing along with the breeze — alive, electric, a little feral, always listening.
I’m a Catholic Witch with Ashkenazi ghosts. A Sicilian scream in a Polish throat. A whisper of India tangled in colonial wreckage. Possibly part Viking. Entirely too alive. My vibe is ancient riot meets street philosopher with a flask of holy water and a crowbar.
In person, I channel Sophia from Golden Girls — quick with the story, sharper with the punchline. If I start with, “Picture this…” you’d better settle in.
I’m in my crone era — not because I’m ancient, but because I’m done shrinking. I’ve earned the right to tell the truth without apology and walk into rooms with fire in my bones.
I’m neurodivergent, which means I experience the world at angles most people miss. I use AI to help me communicate — to organize the spirals, archive the flashes, and say what I sometimes can’t get out fast enough before it becomes smoke. In real life, I’m grounded, funny, emotionally intuitive, and disarmingly real. I’m a real love or hate kinda witch. The truth isn’t always pretty, but I will always give it name within my soul and breathe it into the universe.
I don’t claim enlightenment. I claim pattern. I claim instinct. I claim the right to speak what hurts and still call it sacred.
I write like it’s prophecy and speak like it’s survival. I use metaphor as a shield and poetry as a blade. I hold space for the haunted, the hopeful, and the half-feral. I have street smarts, soul smarts, and just enough chaos to be effective. I am sane in ways the DSM never learned how to name.
I’m not here to lead a movement. I’m here to leave maps. For the ones who will spiral next.
“Words. So innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them.” ~ Nathaniel Hawthorne