What my Mother Taught Me About HIV and Didn’t Even Know

It’s interesting the ways in which one’s whole world can flip on its head because of three letters—HIV– almost as interesting as the way we can let those three letters hold us hostage from time to time. Before my seroconversion at the age of 24, the virus was admittedly relegated, regretfully, to the public sphere of whispered gossip between overpriced cocktails with friends, conjecturing about rumors we’d heard about those who bore the stigma of the dreaded plus sign. The… Read more