Being a Black woman and wearing the badge of honor of being strong is exhausting to say the least. It's now embedded in us to keep showing up, pushing through so much that we don't even know any other way to be. I know that this blog post is supposed to be a summary of me attending the International Workshop on HIV & Women which, in the name itself should actually be Women and HIV, but I digress. The conference was held in Washington, D.C. on April 12-14 but I just needed a minute and a space to talk about what happened before I even stepped my pinky toe foot in Washington.
Hmmmm... Where do I start? The delayed train. Continue reading...
