I can only hope that one day when I win an Oscar, whatever comes out of my mouth is poignant, bleep-less and spoken without a piece of paper that looks like a CVS receipt. God, who doesn't want a little more Olivia Coleman in their life? The first hostless Oscars in 30 years - which... Continue Reading →
Eye of the Storm
Well January, you came in hot. I can quite honestly say the majority of the time I have no idea what's going on. Between writing, reading, funerals, work, group texts, weddings, drama for yo mama and engagements, all I can do is throw my hands up in the air and hope the wind carries me... Continue Reading →