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11.11.11. My war began that day by Nigel Bray What does that mean to most of us? Armistice, probably. The end of slaughter. Our boys, the ones...

Taking Control Starting treatment gave me peace by George M. Johnson I was always scared to go on treatment. Partly because I lacked the education to understand...

Sometimes we become weighed down by the complexities of life, and, in particular, the intricate challenges we face as we navigate life with HIV/AIDS....

Do You Remember Your First? The first loss is the deepest, the hardest, the scariest by Hank Trout Every long-term HIV survivor on the planet has stories...

Last week I got a letter from the government asking me to re-certify that I am disabled, and I am shook. Oh, yeah, by...

Every time I give a tour at the AIDS foundation I currently work for, I share my status and say out loud, “I am...

"Eastside, Westside, all around the town,” so goes the oldies tune, “Sidewalks of New York.” Well, I’m not in New York but on the...

As we look to the fall and all the educational responsibilities of raising literate children (in my case grandchildren) in an age that favors...

What do you do when feeling rejected by family members when you come out of the HIV closet? I thought about the month of August...

Every relationship has something to teach us. In my life, I’ve had three serious relationships, a lot of misses, but three hits (so to...