My story feels like time travel, which is not only about machines or science fiction. Sometimes, it is about memory, longing, and dreams that refuse to die.
What if HIV prevention made sense to Black women?
In a world chasing love, the real danger is not the viral load one carries but the lies that people carry behind those perfectly filtered profiles.
While you're out getting high today, make sure you light one up or throw a dab down for the ones who died fighting for our right to be here in the first place.
Stigma is a killer, sure, but silence is the weapon it uses.
We often talk about awareness, but awareness requires visibility. It requires real faces, real voices, and real stories.
I share the hardship, my HIV diagnosis, the moments of darkness, the joy of sharing my status, and the victory of choosing life.
March 10th is NWGHAAD (National Women's and Girls HIV/AIDS Awareness Day), and this is also Women's History Month, so I would like to tell you about one woman in particular who was called "the Cemetery Angel".
I have worn many hats over the years but my favorite, my passion, is advocate.
I regret some decisions and some situations I found myself in, not because I was "bad," but because I was naive, vulnerable, and lacking affection.