Sunday morning a friend of mine predicted Viola Davis would win an Oscar. My thought, she already won one and the Academy sure as hell isn't going to give a black woman another.
I ended up skipping the Oscars because I expected another white washing in a year when so many wonderful movies were made by so many brilliant people of color.
I was so very wrong.
I would like to thank the Academy for that. Sincerely.
Some of you know that my aunt died yesterday. Thank you all for your kind words and sentiments.
I am okay. The emotional truck ran me over when we got the news that it was stage four ovarian cancer. It was one of those surreal moments when you realize someone you always thought was superhuman was just, human.
She was a pain in the ass woman. But she loved me, for the most part. She had one of those biting, inappropriate senses of humor. I fucking loved that.
Mostly, I remember her fighting for me. As a child, mom wasn't worth much as a mom and tia Mana never let her get away with it.
At one point I walked away from that entire side of my family and didn't see any of them for damn near 20 years.
When I came back she laid into my mom for not being there and pushing me away for so long.
She always had my fucking back. Always. Even when I irritated the shit out of her about her religion and her misguided politics.
Ha-ha, tia, you aren't here to say shit.
I love you. Thank you. For everything.