It’s hard to believe that we’re coming up on the 40 th anniversary of the first reports of what would come to be known as HIV. My personal journey with HIV began in 1994 when my sister, Ellen, was diagnosed with AIDS—with under 100 T-cells. It was a devastating diagnosis for my family, and the after-effects (including the degree to which her disease was accepted, or not, by those around her, and what she did with that) have had a long-lasting impact on me.

Greetings friends. It has been a moment since I last posted. Some would say its the Devil trying to prevent me from being heard, others might say bad Karma...Me, I just say "Its Life...and Keep it...

I have not written in quite some time. I seem to get caught up in my life. I think about writing but it just does not seem to happen. I even wrote it in my calendar as a dead-line “Write blog” and...