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
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
The Divinity in Disappointment or an Ode to that one time Warsan Shire wrote SistaTV’s whole 20 something life… Sometimes, I have these random encounters with men and women who tell me how despite how life has disappointed them in some magnificently hurtful ways they can stand here at peace with their pasts and actually be
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!
