Children are clay in the trusted hands of a human creator, loaned to us for a small moment in this space we consume. (Let’s understand first, I will not be striving for political correctness.)
Angel S.'s blog
I don't even want to do this. I'm so selfish which makes understanding me difficult. I am also selfless to a fault. I draw lines. So enough about me. I wrote a blog a while back. Since I was nineteen you been giving us PLHIV shit about having HIV. Well I had a baby at seventeen. I was married at 22. I buried my first boyfriend to AIDS at 23. I buried my son and my marriage at 24. I walked away from motherhood. I hid behind my love to volunteer until 2006 when I started ARV treatment. Going to the clinic was all people needed to finally pin me down. I was stalked, chased, hit, humiliated. I...
I wonder. Then I just imagine. Refreshing. Shouting out what takes space in the mind or heart. I am much more special than you could imagine. My journeys, adventures, memories are mine. I am on my way to have a sleepover with Sissy. I love our time together. Be watchful of stagnant or squandered moments. Every minute of the day should consist of giving your best. From my experience; you get what you give. When I was a child (I'm singing Pink Floyd), I loved my community, an American girl who dreamed of what I could do to give others opportunities. We did a lot of fun adventures. I noticed some...
I have been undetectable of the illness since 2006; except for the stigma and unkind people that leave evident scars on my mental health.
Distance brought upon by ignorance and privilege. I read, I research and yet I find myself surrounded by those I trust. I still cannot get past how much worry and fear entangle in the everyday life of those closest to me.
I realized as I saw my computer screen with my grandkids, I never saw any kid grow up. Not my child, not my family's children.
A breath of fresh air. "Live in Your Truth". First time I heard that said was Speak Up 2018. Inspired by a young lady, Wanona, who also blogs for A Girl Like Me. My first time as a co-presenter for A Girl Like Me. Thank you so much Krista and The Well Project. I hear those words echo. I try to find the meaning. Circling round and round. The stairs grow weak and the train moves on. My sins are mine. Time cannot be replaced … with a million, "I'm Sorrys"; you escape again. Looking for that meaning. "Live in Your Truth." Well to my amazement, right in those words are: hope, joy, birth, freedom...
My first meeting of any type to meet a candidate. I was able to ask Aaron Ford about his knowledge on the current HIV laws here in Nevada. He said he didn't know anything. I think this is an important opportunity to get the U=U message over to his office. I told him how current laws hurt people who know their status and get in care, and take their meds. #SciencenotStigma (thank you #preventionaccesscampaign )! Anyway, he said he is interested in being educated. I know he wants to be voted in as General Attorney of Nevada. The person holding this type of office needs to be educated if "we" are...
I wanted to write about something beautiful, so I will start with me. In my life I struggle with things within; yet I have a fascinating full life. I have friends, family, coworkers and strangers who see the natural beauty I possess inside even when I am far from seeing anything that resembles light. I talked with my sister this morning; I love that girl to the moon and back. My sister and I have a relationship people dream of. It's real, it's wholesome and it's angry, full of love and support. I couldn't ask for a better friend ever. My mom has become that woman again who as a child I leaned...