9218 South Drexel. (unedited. free write.) I can’t tell you the last time I have set foot on South Drexel Avenue. I don’t even remember much of what the house looked like. I vaguely remember a porch, the couches, the kitchen, a certain smell, and some … well, maybe, all of the rooms. My memory
I don’t want to alarm anyone and I ain’t one to gossip so you ain’t heard it from me, BUT apparently there is a rag tag band of violently embittered, single mothers running WILD all over the world and social media engaging in an illuminati inspired bid to co-opt Father’s Day? Y’all, I’m just as SHOCKED as you. When I
Welcome, Darling... So I'm supposed to write something really amazing here... But in the words of the greatest philospher of our time... Ain't nobody got time for that. I kid. I kid. Kinda. I'll update this someday... but for the time being... Just click around... and remember... SistaTV Loves You!
