(ThySistas.com) Some folks keep score their whole lives. Not these two. Oprah Winfrey and Gayle King settled the question of rivalry a long time ago, back when neither name meant a thing to anybody outside their own households, and every year since has been a quiet demonstration of what they ...
(ThySistas.com) The Hollywood Bowl told the story before any statement did. Gladys Knight turned her back to the crowd in the middle of “Midnight Train to Georgia,” of all songs, the signature recording that cemented her place in American music, and started walking toward the wings. A background singer reached ...
(ThySistas.com) There is a certain kind of tired that settles into a Sista’s bones after years of narrating herself to folks who were never going to be satisfied. Grown Black women know the feeling in their sleep. The dinner table interrogation dressed up as concern. The auntie who means love ...
(ThySistas.com) Mentorship gets framed a certain style in our heads, and most of us swallow the picture without a blink. An older woman pulls a younger one aside. They grab coffee. Out come the things nobody bothered to tell her when she was coming up. That picture is warm and ...
(ThySistas.com) Chaka Khan recently sat with a British newspaper and said out loud something plenty of grown women confess only to their closest friends. Talking about what she wants from life at 73, the Queen of Funk waved the subject of romance off. “I’m partnered out,” she told the Observer, ...
(ThySistas.com) Watch how folks talk about a Black woman who has her act together. The word strong gets thrown at her the way you might describe a load bearing wall. She is the one who brings the casserole when somebody dies and stays late folding programs for the repast. I ...
(ThySistas.com) Most of us got sold a lie so early we took it for plain fact. The story goes that youth is the best a woman ever gets, and that once the face softens and the body fills out, the good part of her is basically finished. I believed a ...
(ThySistas.com) I am old enough to remember when a woman could keep her business folded up and tucked away, and nobody assumed she was ashamed of it. My mother ran a whole marriage that the neighbors understood only through a porch light left on and the smell of Sunday greens ...
(ThySistas.com) Something happens to Black women the instant we get loud and certain of our own worth, and Claressa Shields collides with it every single time the sport gets reminded that she is the finest to ever do it. The woman says she is the greatest, and the hardware backs ...
(ThySistas.com) Somewhere between that first sleepless night and the fifth grade science fair, a lot of us quietly agreed to vanish. We handed over our names. Suddenly you were only somebody’s mama. Just the ride. The name they scribbled on the emergency card at school. Remember the girl who painted ...