activism, advocacy

¿Dónde empiezo? Es con mucho dolor que estoy escribiendo este blog...los recuerdos de mis amigos que murieron por complicaciones del SIDA me persiguen todo el tiempo.

To live with HIV is to live with advice on curing it. I remember the first time this happened to me in October of 2001 when I was just released from a hospital in southern Indiana, newly diagnosed with HIV and AIDS.

Sometimes, I just have to take a break as an HIV Educator & Tester, and reassess Life! I feel like we are losing people at an all-time high, but as an HIV Educator & Tester I find that there are a lot...

February 18th I began another HIV/AIDS clinical trial at NIH in which I'll be back every three months for further testing.

This was a text message I received from a participant in a training which I facilitated in 2005. It was a telecommunication peer educator training for staff. It reads: Always, once in each generation...

Being an advocate can at times be overwhelming, frustrating, and emotionally draining. Society is forever taking shots especially when it comes to those who fully disclose. The emails, messages...

I enter a grandiose world of security and red carpets, regency furniture and high ceilings. I am escorted, actually more like, guided with grace to the ballroom.

I've been doing some thinking of the HIV virus. What I've come up with is she's a very intelligent one!

Where do I start? It is with much sorrow that I am writing this blog...the memories of my friends that passed from AIDS complications haunt me all the time. It is very hard to express how I feel … so...

#Blacklivesmatter What does this mean to me? I am a white woman, I have privilege. I recognise that we don't have to have a hashtag for white lives.