skill development – Coach Audrey Taylor

Journal
February 1, 2025

Choose Love: The Theory, The Journey, The Commitment

Every year, I choose a word or phrase to anchor my spiritual and emotional growth. Last year, it was Intentionality—prioritizing,...

Journal
October 12, 2024

Morning Reflections

Waking up to a text from a former player, telling you how much you’ve impacted their life, is one of,...

Player Development

I’m passionate about teaching & growing the game I love.

Welcome to the world of transformation, growth, and empowerment with Coach Audrey Taylor! Here,…

Passion 4 Youth

Inspire. Believe. Lead.

I BELIEVE I’m here to teach the game of basketball and that will never…

- Coaching, Journal
- June 30, 2025
While the Community Celebrated, I Was Learning to Breathe Again

I’ve never really spoken about this out loud. I’ve carried it quietly. Prayed through it. Worked through it. And in some ways, I’m still working through it. But I believe it’s time. I remember the season my life turned sideways, the world kept spinning — but I stood still. It started August 2018.My father passed away.He was my guy. My sideline presence. The man who never missed a game, even if he was running between two homes and juggling his own life. I used to look for him in the bleachers before every tip-off — and he was always there. Always cheering, even on my worst days. That’s the way he loved me. But life didn’t slow down. Basketball fall league had started, and I leaned in, because the gym was always my safe haven. We started the season, set our goal to get back to Tournament of Champions and win. We were deep in the middle of the season. My girls were focused, determined, still nursing the sting of the previous year’s loss in the TOC finals. We set high standards in practices, treated every game like it was win or go home— but then the tragic loss of,...
- Coaching, Journal
- January 8, 2026
Lacing Up for 2026: I Couldn’t Help But Wonder…

The yoga mat is still rolled up by the door, the scent of eucalyptus and lavender lingering in the room, but my mind was already moving. I had just finished a long, slow yoga flow—the kind where you’re forced to sit in the tension of a pose until your muscles scream for release. Afterward, I laid still and did some ‘breathe’ work while embracing the quiet, the kind of quiet that allows new thoughts in, just me listening. Quiet air. That early morning silence that feels like God is already awake and waiting on you to finally listen. As I asked myself deeper questions than usual this morning, I couldn’t help but wonder… when did we start believing that the only wins that count are the ones people can see? When did becoming “new you” start meaning we had to erase who we used to be? We’ve become a culture that wants the breakthrough without the breakdown. The promise without the process. The testimony without the tension. But if the court has taught me anything—if life has taught me anything—it’s that authority doesn’t come from applause. It comes from endurance. You can’t command a group if you’ve never had to,...
- Coaching, Journal
- August 21, 2023
The Lady Behind the Photo

I have a story to share with you—a story about a young Black woman on a journey of self-discovery, empowerment, and unapologetic Black excellence. So, allow me to recount a part of the journey that forever changed the way I viewed myself. Picture this: it’s game day. The gym is alive with energy, the squeak of sneakers on the court, and the roar of fans in the stands. For me, this is home—a place where I am in my element, commanding the sidelines with purpose and passion, guiding a group of determined young women to greatness.