Today marks 20 years since Asia’s murder. Like me, Asia would’ve been 31 this year. Sadly, I can only imagine what life would have been like if she were still alive: College? Kids? Would we have grown apart, or would she be like a sister to me by now? I’ll never know.
“Libations poured in remembrance Balloons released into the sky Ritual and procession, Pomp and circumstance It’s an affair when Black people die.” -F. Renee Hamilton My earliest memory of death was being held in my mothers’ arms as we stood in line to view my paternal great-grandmothers body for the last time. I could not have been more than four years old, but this final saying of goodbye has forever been engrained in my memory. Vaguely, I remember various family members leaning over to kiss the lady whom I thought…
Where do I begin because this probably will never end? Covid came in like a tsunami only thing no one saw it coming. The constant worries, did my children wash their hands fully, have they hugged someone because they love to try and make someone’s day. To sit down and break down what is going on in the world and dissect everything so that your children can understand is a little more nerve wrecking than one could imagine. After all I am not trying to scare them I just want…
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When asked, “What are your highlights on your road to this first Oscar?” Andra Day replied, “All of it.” She then laughed and reflected. “Yes really all of it. Being able to sit and be in this moment. Meeting these people. For me it’s amazing. I have experienced nothing but support from everyone I’ve encountered. Seeing women in these spaces where we’ve traditionally been given this idea that there is limited space for us, limited support for us, this experience has totally broken down that idea that needed to be…