Dear Black Women at work in Corporate America and everywhere else in the world, I know you’re exhausted, Sis. I’m TiredT with two T’s too. I know you want to scream, to cry, to hurt, to give up, and to just be heard, valued, and respected on the same level as the colleagues, bosses, and owners
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At about 5:37am this morning… I told LittleSistaTV that the spirit of fuck it is upon her and I was sick of it. Despite my potty mouth here… I rarely, if ever curse at my kids or around them. It’s just not my style and they always panic when I do cuss… BUT the
I hate laundry. A few weeks ago, I was sitting in the middle of the floor folding the never ending stream of wrinkled ass laundry that should have been folded and put away hours Days WEEKS … Fine MONTHS ago. I hating doing laundry. I hate folding laundry. I hate that dumb ugly ass bear that
I start work at my 9-5 well 7-3 in 20 minutes. I’ve set my timer for 20 minutes. And whatever I write here I’m going to post and go. I need to write more darlings so… I shall. And hopefully you’ll read. Tonight is multicultural night at Little SistaTV’s school. She’s sitting right next to
Good Morning, Loves. I’m currently planning my 4th of July BBQ/Cookout Route… For YOUR convenience and the overall betterment of YOUR event, I’ll be bringing my own Tupperware, Aluminium Foil, and BBQ sauce. Hashtag Open Pit is Basura. Additionally, I will be wearing my flirty, sexy, body skimming but appropriate #allsummer17 outfit so that your
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
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