finding balance

Thinking about my story. What really is my story? I grew up in Chicopee, Mass. I have my GED. I have a daughter, I buried a son, I was a dancer for 12 years, and have had my battles with self, life, love, etc.

I am home from the United States Conference on AIDS, and I’m reflecting over how not only was it my first USCA, but it provided me innumerable and invaluable opportunities to expound upon my advocacy...

Is there something about me that suggests that I am a peacock? Definitely, even then you could not miss that I was brought up to be a proud woman.

After reading Tiommi Luckett's blog It's Time for Change I was not even a bit surprised. Yet this brings much concern to me about how all of us living with HIV, no matter our undetectable status, our...

Marriage is hard work that requires two hands to clap. Right now one hand is paralysed. The one-sided relationship is not what I term as a "relationship". It's more like a person labouring hard...

I urge everyone to move your bodies, work out! This has made me stronger! It takes my anxiety away! My Depression has not resurfaced since I started on May 26th! I urge everyone to find their own way...

When I made the decision to get clean and sober, I found out six months later that I was HIV+. I made another decision as soon as I found out that I was not going to allow HIV to become an excuse to...

I am talking directly to you advocates, bloggers, and activists. Have you honestly let yourself know you are number one in all this. If you have, how are you doing? Is the fatigue of your compassionate heart catching up on you?

Hi everyone! I have something to let you all know about being proactive in your HIV care.

I grieve publicly because I am too old to do it alone. Then again It could be just me...