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
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Everybody says that all the time now. #Goals. #Goals. #Goals. I know we all kind of say it very tongue in cheek most times but lately I’ve been thinking about them very seriously. I like goals… Scratch that… I love smashing goals… The sense of accomplishment I get from a met goal is remarkable and so
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
Okay Welcome back to the second installment of SISTATV SAVES! Here is the first part of SISTATV SAVES if you missed how I beat UP CVS with the free Favado couponing app earlier this week! But before you read this, If you are reading this between Feb 15-21st, 2015 and are engaged or knows someone who has
This morning I woke up with a pounding headache, stomach cramps, and a bad attitude. Why? Because I was up thinking about all the stuff I have to do. I have precisely 789,880,321,424,232.5 Loads of laundry to do. I have twice as many dishes waiting on me. I have 17 emails, 12 phone calls, and
For the first time in the long, hallowed, epic 9 day history of the SistaTV Daily Podcast;p I am being joined by other conquerors… And not just one conqueror, darlings… Not just two conquerors, loves… BABY… We have THREE additional conquerors on the show… and what they had to say was good, good, SOOOO GOOD.
A gazillion years ago, I was a poet. I wrote, read and performed poetry everywhere. I loved books and revered words and devoured them nonstop. For the bulk of my life, words have been my only constant. But one day what I thought was love knocked on my door and love told me that me