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
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
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!
