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
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
I volunteer as a tribute… Well, No… Actually, I volunteer YOU as a tribute. For what? Well, I’m volunteering you to take over all my problems. Why.. Well, obviously, you like problems. I know you are sitting there vigorously shaking your head like, “Nu UH, SistaTV, I’m over here trying to live my best, most
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
Yesterday, I woke up at 4:33 am and wrote 12,9333 days of Eunice. I woke up with it on my mind and didn’t allow myself to do anything else until it had been written. I rolled over in bed, reached for my laptop and wrote it before I’d even wiped the crust out of my
The “urban legend” that my family tells about the day of my birth is that, After my arrival, my dad ran from the labor and delivery room, to tell my brothers that he and my mother had finally gotten them a sister. A baby girl who was to be named… Eunice. Mercifully, my older brothers
1. Couch to 5k is a Jam. Like fo’ reals… 2. I am certain someone at the gym is going to be filing a complaint against me because they thinking I’m lewdly staring at them in the gym locker rooms. Why? Because I realize I have absolutely ZERO point ZERO idea what exactly I’m supposed
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!
