The year was 1983. It was the year I first laid eyes on Cicely Tyson. There was something captivating, something magnetic that drew me to her. Her essence, her Qi was strong.
I grew up with my grandparents until I was twelve years old. There was no television. The only access to television I had was when I visited my mom in the city for Easter and a few weeks in the Summer. There was only one television channel: TTT. And during my visits, I watched Sesame Street, Chips, and Martial Arts Movies. That’s it.