business + education

favorite people you should know :: v.1



Chenoa Egawa:  Ceremonial healer, Native American activist + performing artist. Chenoa has worked tirelessly to educate, improve race equity + bridge understanding through the preservation of cultural traditions, languages and environmental awareness on behalf indigenous peoples.


John Burgess: principle + Mark Lee: designer: Incite Partners. This razor sharp, visionary team will build your brand from the inside out: capturing + expressing the essence of who you are and what you do. Special thanks to Simon Bond, formerly of Incite Partners.


Harriet Cannon M.S., LMFT: Therapist + Consultant. Harriet’s focus, expertise + passion for mixed race, multi-cultural + immigrant studies is evident through her on-going educational research.

Rhoda Berlin M.S., LMFT: Therapist + Educator. A portion of Rhoda’s goal-directed offering focuses on cross cultural + ethnic-minority issues.  Her competence and research in multi-cultural + immigrant mental health education keeps her practice relevant. Click here to learn more about Rhoda.

The Scholars at Garfield High School: 2011/2012 – 109 Scholars, need 100% of your generous support. Since 2006, this program has been successful in changing the racial predictability of achievement at Garfield. View more here.


Cathleen Murakami: U.S. Pilates pioneer since 1991: Accomplished fitness expert + educator. Cathleen has been sought after to develop fitness programs at some of the world’s most prestigious health clubs. Her innovative offering is cutting edge + results driven.

Dr. Amy Fasig, N.D.: This naturopathic physician + pro-active clinical health expert is thorough, upbeat and resourceful.  Dr. Fasig will change your interpretation of alternative medicine + you’ll leave knowing you were in good hands.

Kacy Duke:  This inspiring fitness expert, co-founder of the Equinox Gym + “Show It Love” Guru, believes fitness must be achieved on three levels: the emotional, the spiritual + the physical.  A chance meeting with Kacy changed my life.

Lucy Pond: Gifted astrologer, writer + artist. Lucy is known for her grounded wisdom + thoughtful insights; her work is collaborative and transformative.


coming soon!


Jim Lee:  Left brain meets right brain creativity @ Jim has whipped up all my slick web sites with patience and ease. Detailed, creative collaborator and all around great guy!

Vernetta Freeney:  A dynamic, twenty-something inspirational blogger + teacher who is using her voice by creating an on-line community to encourage + motivate women to be the gamechangers of their lives.                     


obligation vs. self care + not being judge judy ::


the cadence of life:

cadence:  the flow or rhythm of events, especially the pattern in which something is experienced: the frenetic cadence of modern life.

      “Life happens Mom, you are not Judge Judy”, Shane - three years old.

I’ll never forget those words after loading my son in his car seat, his little finger pointed straight at me, his attempt to set me right. His afternoon had consisted of being frenetically dragged around at breakneck speed, while I shopped for my husband’s 40th birthday party: my kid was at a breaking point + not having it.  D-O-N-E!  I laughed so hard. I cried.

     I was feeling overburdened; my self-inflicted obligatory perspective, felt like a weighty anchor.  Rather than being grateful to have such a joyous task or even acknowledging the fact, that I was lucky enough to have a husband to shop for.  I rather reveled in wearing the title of “martyr”.  Impatience that day overshadowed what should’ve been a selfless demonstration of giving for our son.


BECAUSE, I hadn’t actively been exercising any form of self-care + Yup… called out by a three-year-old!

       caring people, why do we deny ourselves the necessity of self-love that we sorely deserve?

One of my favorite quotes ever, by actor Bill Bixby, during his last interview before losing his battle to cancer: “Be good to yourselves, because if you're good to yourself, then you'll be good to everybody else”. 

     Sums it up.  Simple as that, self preservation, no permission necessary… you’ll be the better for it, lots more love to give, more purpose + presence.


Go to, post on my wall + let me know how you’re honoring yourself.

Visit my COACHING page: here. Learn more about my YOU + ME offering.

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The Scholars at Garfield High School

Shane was a Scholar they’re near + dear to my heart!  


Thanks so much for reading!

Until next time,


the entrepreneur’s “I AM” statement + creating authentic expression through intention


Several years ago I was feeling stuck, ever slightly robotic- left brain wreaks havoc on right brain, both brains on temporary “lock down.”

The familiar and tried + true were a best friend; comfortable and reliable, never steering you wrong and always applauding. With all my accomplishments, I knew how to master my “safety zone”, never pushing myself outside the lines.

I realized that I was losing a part of myself, the person I was before life got in the way; humor flatlined, taking parenting too seriously + living for work: uber career people – you know what I say to be true. I take full ownership: nobody knows what you need unless you state your case.

The “Old Tara” knew how to sew? 

 After much introspection, I made a choice to take healthy risks, to do things that scared me (in a good way), that I MAY EVEN SUCK AT.  What a concept… yet cathartic.

     We’re talking spoken word classes, poetry writing, photography, salsa, hula and hip hop dance, art classes, social media tutorials, girl empowerment + spiritual workshops, Life Coach Certification, creating feel good classes for women in transition, attending multi-culture, immigrant and diversity continuing education classes + Braddah Pat’s Ukulele Lessons at Ballard NW Senior Center, every third Sunday, $5.00.

      News Flash: YOU CAN rediscover your authentic self; your expressive self.  First, you must actively and intentionally do the “I AM” work, expressed in your own way Reflection:  who am I, what do I wish to become?  It may inevitably lead you to unfamiliar ground and at times, create self doubt + discomfort.  So what’s the point?     

      Case in point: It opens up channels that you may have not experienced since childhood = SURRENDER + JOY.  It may ignite entrepreneurial and career opportunity, or simply raise your bar of confidence + self worth.  Bonus; you meet inspired, supportive people on the same, conscious journey:  Like attracts like.

This month I had the honor of attending a lecture by Dr. Wayne Dyer.  At closing, he offered what I’ll call, “a gift with purchase”.  The “I Am meditation”, there were five, here are two taken from my notes.

       Imagination - Ignore evidence, walk down a different street/path. Turn left when others are turning right. Change the concept of yourself.

       Assume the feeling of a wish fulfilled – Your wish must be expressed: feel it, believe it, you will attract it.

now:  Write down your 5 “I AM’s”.  Do so with love + conscious care. Believe it, own it.  See what sparks.

Cheers to Joy! Tara   

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public school + transcending average to extraordinary : SNC is having a contest!


:: the framework ::                

I was a product of public school. As a teenager growing up in Anchorage, Alaska, my parents thought it would be a good experience for me to attend an inner city middle school in East Anchorage. Attending Clark Junior High would force me to leave all my friends behind, our duplex bordered two districts; my familiar zone which was predominately white, while the other was a melting pot of multi-culture, multi-ethnicity and a large military population – white, black, Alaska Native, Asian and a few Hispanic students, all of whom for the most part, were low to lower income. In the 70’s, the classes were finitely segmented.

Both of my parents came from humble and hard working beginnings; my Father’s family was composed of strong South Dakota and Pacific Northwest stock. My Mom born in Honolulu was raised in Kalihi, on the Island of Oahu. Her neighborhood which is a couple of miles or so from the airport, may be considered the “the projects” today- to me it was heaven, plumerias, shrimp chips and rainbow popsicles.  After graduating from Kamehameha High School, my Mom moved to Washington State.  My parents met in Everett, Washington while attending Junior College, they fell in love and the rest they say is history.

   Growing up mixed race, I always identified with all aspects of my heritage; but understandably, because of the fact that I look Caucasian, it was often times disregarded and I was not always accepted as anything, other than white.

Rewind to Clark Junior High, East Anchorage circa 1974, I had a handful of white friends – three in particular, that saved my butt on a few occasions. My experience in middle school, at least for the first year, was less about academia and more about dodging getting my *@# kicked. The kids were tough; some just not having me… nothin’ personal.  I would cringe at the fights I’d witness in the hallways, at lunch and after school…I thanked my lucky stars I managed not to be on the receiving end. With the best of intentions my parents wanted me exposed to racial diversity and some realness; a childhood better than, but more in line with, their experience.  Unfortunately for me, my three “best friends”, weren’t always available to run interference.  I devised a plan to win the student body of Clark Junior High over, one-at-a-time. If I earned their trust, with luck and skill, I’d create an army of protectors for this bony, white skinned girl.  And protected me they did, I had MY tribe.  

  My friendships were racially defined and divided, I found myself running from group to group. As a teenager it proved exhausting. My teenage years were more focused on navigating a social system and finding “my place”.   “Lazy”, “average”, “but nice” were commonly used adjectives to describe me by my teachers... swell.

    Does any of this resonate with you, your children or your students?

These experiences uniquely shape our world views, our scope + perspective and life lens. If lessons are learned, they arm us with resilience: instilling qualities of empathy and compassion not only for others, but for ourselves. Qualities that serve us as human + spiritual beings.

    Regardless of race, perceived physical perfection (or lack thereof) and sexual orientation we at times, don’t cut ourselves or anyone else, slack.  As parents, educators and civic supporters the “it takes a village” approach should be the rule, not the exception.

SEE NO COLOR Mentor or Volunteer With A Child Contest! –  there will be 5 winners.

The lucky winners will get a See No Color Signature T-Shirt. WOW!

         I know many of you volunteer + I know how busy you are, trust me. Here’s how it works: Volunteer on behalf of a public or private school or youth focused non-profit organization that supports youth academically, or provides critical services- such as food, shelter and clothing for youth. Volunteer 1-2 hours. Your time can make a huge difference + just may get a “shout out”! Use the contact form on my site.  Deadline is October 21st, 2011. I will announce the winners on October 26th. HAVE FUN! *recent (1-2 weeks ago) volunteer work will qualify.

See No Color :: The Birth ::


My name is Tara Correll. I am a Wife, Mother, Social Activist + Empowerment Coach and Entrepreneur.

 I have two Moms, a Dad and a Brother, who for the last twenty years, has been incarcerated.  I once had a Sister that we adopted, her name was Tasha.  At age fourteen or fifteen, she ran away.  I never saw her again. Last year, I accidently stumbled upon her obituary while doing a google search. In February 2009 she died at Harborview, a trauma center in Seattle, reasons unknown.  Some of you may know my story, at least in part.  Before you delete this post please read on.  It’s my hope that it will lend itself to the framework of what I’m attempting to do; what I was put here to do. So if I’m as lucky and blessed as I think I am, you will read what follows and continue to follow me. There's a much bigger story to tell here.  As folks say, It is not all about me.

: the day my heart was broken :

It was a hot August day in summer 2006, a Sunday, sometime after 8 p.m., but before 9 o’clock.  I cannot for the life of me, remember the date.  But that really is irrelevant. Dane, Shane and I live in a Seattle neighborhood some consider to be affluent. We are lucky.

My husband Dane and I came home that evening after a summer day of concerts.  Shane had spent the day with our friends, playing water games, slip and slide, the stuff kids do, pure bliss.  He happened to be twelve or maybe thirteen.  While our neighbors to the north were vacationing, Shane had a two week job; responsibilities included retrieving mail and watering their tomato plants.  Twilight was approaching, I suggested to Dane that he take the Sunday Times and watch Shane while he tended to our neighbors yard.  Dane with the business section in hand, our son ready to tend to tomatoes, they headed off next door. 

While washing the dishes, I heard yelling- audible shouting, it’s unsettling, my God!  Did they walk in on someone trying to rob the house? I ran to the backyard, just off the kitchen; as I look up I realize there are two police officers – one has a gun with a red laser pointed at my son's forehead and flashlight shining in his eyes to disable him.  Shane paralyzed and trembling with watering wand in hand stood shivering over the tomato plants. 

Pleading with the officer to drop his gun, I see two in view.  The officer with his pistol directed at Shane’s head, demands to know who I am and where I live.  Clearly agitated, he explains that they are responding to a 911 call; two black men with black bags are believed to be robbing this house. I don’t see Dane anywhere.  Just a few feet away from Shane, the officer refuses to drop his weapon. I sprint up to our neighbor’s yard through the alley, as I approach the back yard, I see a man and woman- I recognize them, they’re our neighbors, who we’ve met on several occasions over the past three years. That day, they happened to forget. Running down the alley, the woman is yelling and apologizing, apparently she had placed the call that the police responded to.

The third officer appeared; young, female and Hispanic, all were clearly shaken; this may have not ended well and they knew it.  Our female neighbor was profusely apologetic. I just wanted to take my Son home.  Shane being understandably frightened had attempted to run to Dane, it was then that guns were drawn.  As long as I live I will never forget what the officer who had the business end of a gun aimed at my son’s head said, “young man, next time an officer asks you to halt, you better do it”.  Really? Is that what this life has in store for my son? Oh, did I mention that Dane and Shane happen to be Black?


Shane was just a boy...a child. He could have been someone else's son, but he happens to be ours. What transpired that day could have happened anywhere, in any town or inner city, in a “less desirable” place.  But it didn’t. What happened to us five years ago happens all the time. We were not exempt.  As humans we make assumptions + judgments, create labels and stereotypes based on race, heritage and skin color.  Much of it is stems from beliefs that are so deeply rooted and fear that is due to lack of education, spiritual foundation, understanding or love.  That day, my heart was broken.  As a Mother, how could I lend voice to this experience and morph it into something beautiful?  Somehow in a twisted way, it was a gift to me + a call to action.     

Five years later, See No Color is born.

Please share this, there’s more to come...Tara


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