Got My Monthly MetroCard So I Know It’s Real


In the weeks leading up to my move to New York, I was repeatedly asked the same questions,

“Are you excited?”

“You ready?”

“Has it hit you yet?”

To be honest, it hadn’t. I tried to hype myself with Pinterest Boards and Sex in the City reruns, but it just did not work. For years I have been known by family and friends to not emote very well, and it perhaps caused some to believe I was apprehensive about leaving.

I would reply, “Yeah! I’m really excited. Can’t wait,” with the following face:

Serious Face

The truth is I really was, though I lacked in the expression department. I was simply waiting on that moment, much like the one brides experience when they find the right wedding dress. To me, if a woman could cry over a dress, then I could shed a thug tear or two about leaving my parents’ nest. But when I packed my bags there were no waterworks, no dramatic exit from my home much like Will Smith in the final episode of Fresh Prince of Bel-Air.

Never mind my first stop being a bagel shop on 3rd Avenue after arriving in New York;  never mind changing my current location on Facebook or Twitter; I had yet to realize that I relocated over 1,200 miles away  in order to start a new chapter.

But that all changed yesterday when I got my first monthly MetroCard.

Here’s to a New Season

New Season

“It’s a new season, it’s a new day…”

Chris Brown was right- it’s never a right time to say goodbye. Though I’m moving back to the first place I called home, leaving my second home is not easy. New York made me, but Florida raised me.

Crazy for a native New Yorker to say, huh?

I learned some important (yet difficult) life lessons, fell in love a time or two, and gained some amazing friends here. It saddens me to leave, but I understand that it’s a new season for me. And with that comes tough decisions for a greater purpose.

Florida, it’s been real, but I have a dream that needs to become a reality. New York, here I come.

Love, Peace & Afro Grease,
Tara Pook

Introducing | The Pook Shop

Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you… The Pook Shop. My new line of tees are inspired by some of my favorite posts such as “Dreamers, Be Patient” and “Thank God for Growth.”

Pook Shop

I love how we can all make a statement with just a graphic tee. Some are thought-provoking, and some are humorous. My goal is to inspire you, as well as those who may read your tee in passing.

I’m excited to share this new venture with you all. More shirts and designs are on the way, so be on the look-out!

Love, Peace & Afro Grease,
Tara Pook

Break the Rules

My sister Jessie loves listening to Christmas music all year long. Some would give her the side-eye for jamming to “Silver Bells” in the middle of summer, but I just think it’s one of those things that make her the great quirky person that she is. And to be honest, her nonstop holiday cheer inspired me to press play on one of my favorite songs, “Put One Foot In Front of the Other” from the classic animation Santa Claus is Coming to Town. In the scene, Kris Kringle encourages the Winter Warlock to change his mean ways through song. Being the quote-hoarder that I am, I especially took to the lyric: “Don’t be the rule, be the exception.”Don't Be The Rule

Fitting in is so easy these days. There’s no emphasis on creativity or invention, just imitation. Don’t be afraid to go against the grain. Some may laugh or question you, but those same people will soon be following you. There’s no room for growth in your comfort zone. It’s snug and too tight. Break free from the rules and how other’s feel you should live your life. Rules were made to be broken, weren’t they?

Love, Peace & Afro Grease,
Tara Pook

Three Words I Hate: “You’re Too Nice”

You're Too Nice

If I had a dollar for each time someone told me that I’m too nice, I’d be a thousandaire.

Some would consider this to be a compliment, but I have a bit of an issue with it. It’s often been said that too much of a good thing is a bad thing. Therefore I’d be justified in believing that when someone tells me I’m too nice, it actually means “Umm, fix that.”

I recall a time when my friends and I were watching The Bad Girls Club. If you’ve never watched show, it showcases the tomfoolery committed by a group of hot-tempered women thrown under one roof. The end result is a whole lot of hair pulling as a once lovely mansion is turned into something a pig would turn its snout away from.

Out of pure curiosity, I asked my friends how long they thought I’d last in The Bad Girls Club. I was given a day. Yes, 24 hours. Their reason? You guessed it: I’m too nice.