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Friends in Wolves Clothing

Super Sistah dreamt of wolves last night.  Big, red-eyed and vicious wolves the size of men. These were the rip your throat out kind not at all similar to the good crime-fighting wolves from the movie Twilight.  As I emerged from sleep I wondered what this dream meant.  After some introspection, a brief consultation with my psychic […]

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Dead but Still Breathing

Super Sistah went to church on Sunday, I won’t tell you whether my butt was physically parked in the pew or if it was parked in front of the T.V.  Either way after a couple of Amen’s, I left church early.  Yes, I know, I’m a heathen. Or am I really? Only the angels guarding […]

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Music Maimed Me

When asked I tell people that I’m a music connoisseur. It sounds good in mixed company and elevates my status socially, sort of like saying that I like Jazz, the Ballet and Sushi.  I was only half bullshitting when I confessed to having an affinity to vinyl, later the cassette and then the CD. I really […]

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The Art of Letting Go

Super Sistah has been accused of being a Vulcan, a robot and a person with her feelings under tight control.  My closest friends often marvel at my inability to feel pain and treat me with a mixture of admiration and scorn.  Supposedly nothing can touch me.  They’re all morons.  If I’m like Spock, then like […]

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The End of Cliff and Clair?

Super Sistah likes to travel and she likes to visit all sorts of places all over the globe.  Recently she visited the neighbors to the North —Canada.  In this cold air country, the home of the maple leaf, the moose and the booted Mountie, I discovered something disturbing about the black male inhabitants who call […]

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Undercover Love

There’s a saying that chivalry is dead.  Romance is gone. Love is a thing of the past. If you count yourself among the folks that feel this way then I have a site just for you.  I was turned on to this dating medium through a friend of my sister’s.  This young lady raved to […]

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The Racial Divide

Super Sistah would like to lay claim to being an intellectual giant. I’d like to impress the world with my brilliance and discerning taste. I would like to say that I’m a scholar and that I feed my mind and keep abreast of current events by being a student of CNN, Anderson 360 and the […]

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Flight Lessons for the Unemployed

Even Super Sistah needs a 9-5.  But like a million other Americans I was a victim of the tough U.S job market. Where I live in New York it was brutal with nary a job, a hustle or a gig in sight. I had all the credentials and looked good on paper, but after job […]

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Every Sistah is Super

Maybe wearing a dominatrix mask or crime fighting disguise was not the best way to sell success to my audience or get my point across. My friends openly mocked me and told me my persona was absurd.  Why would a grown professional woman of color run around in a Halloween costume? The consensus was that I must be attention seeking, crazy or […]

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There’s a New Masked Crusader

Who’s the woman behind the mask? In cyberspace there’s a new masked crusader, defeatist destroyer, fear fighter, personal growth coach and tough love devotee. She won’t always tell you what you want to hear but she’ll tell you what’s necessary to reach new heights and defeat any personal human frailty that keeps your feet soldered to the […]

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