Voice of ONE
Life, Death and Photographs
September 13, 2012
I finally had a dream I was dying of AIDS. I was living in a concentration camp-like place, just watching other people get sick, patiently waiting my turn. There were winding stairwells and the place kind of resembled a fire station training building, it was a huge square, a cold dark and ugly building. (Or maybe I was on an episode of Ghost Adventures?) Anyway, my husband Keanen was there for a visit, Myles was not. I got taken out to go shopping in San Diego, a place I remember well. I was in the Padre Store in Mission Valley. I was actually pissed off when I woke up and I was not in fact back home in San Diego.
Can You Remember
August 8, 2012
As some of you know, for a lot of women on this website, pregnancy came with an HIV diagnosis and medication. When people ask how you're dealing with everything, you're sick and not sure if it's because you're pregnant or on new fancy HIV medication. Maybe by the time the baby comes, you can pronounce the pills you are on.
Terrible Twos Here We Come!
June 20, 2012
In a month I will have a two year old. The terrible twos or the terrific twos, I guess we'll have to wait and see. I have been trying to research what's coming next with Mr. Myles. I'm gonna go out on a ledge here and say terrible isn't coming.
Grass Is Greener
March 23, 2012
The grass is greener on my side, finally.
Where It Came From
February 2, 2012
I know now where I got it, THIS. I no longer need a man-map trying to retrace my who's and where's of the years past. One email answered it all today. I sent an email to one of my ex-boyfriends' exes via Facebook a few weeks ago. I've known they were not together for a few months now. I noticed she was single again, and I sent her an email. We're not friends, but we KNOW each other. We have for years. I just dropped her a line saying I had no idea what happened with THEM, but I hoped she had a good new year and found a guy who treated her better than our ex. She wrote me back.
December 17, 2011
I am a political junkie. I am also a media addict. I majored in journalism and being a total liberal how could I NOT fall in love with the Occupy Wall Street movement? I am the 99 percent. We are just floating along in the water with debt up to our necks. History is written daily. Little things impact us that we see on the news that we did not expect. Things like Columbine and Katrina, 9/11, Virginia Tech. Well, Occupy found ME. These are MY people. This is MY cause. More than 50 percent of my income goes to rent. The last few weeks we have had rent and gas money and $100.00 for groceries for two weeks -- that's it.
One Day Together -- One Mouse Click Away
November 23, 2011
Silently we all sat in our secluded lives, afraid, embarrassed, guilty. Sneaking pills at meals so our friends and family don't notice. Before the time of the Internet and Facebook we would truly be alone in this. I'm not sure how those diagnosed in the '80s made it. Support groups were HUGE back then, I'm sure.
September 8, 2011
I want to go home. The California heat and my mommy are calling. I'm not homesick, I'm heart sick. After the loss of my father the only thing that seems to matter to me is family and pre-existing friends. I don't have the energy nor the desire to go out and meet new people or couples to hang out with. I don't know what to say to them. I feel like I live currently in a BAD Lifetime movie.
Money: The Biggest Challenge to Sticking With Meds
September 1, 2011
I cut my finger on a can and freaked out. I would not touch my son. We were home alone in the kitchen making lunch; he was crying and I was bleeding. Staring at my finger, as the blood slowly trickled down, it felt so weird to look the enemy in the face for the first time since being diagnosed.
Happy 1st Birthday Myles! A Crazy Year in Review
July 15, 2011
Toilet paper is scattered across the wood floor like newly fallen snow. In the corner Myles and Nash, our new 4-month-old puppy, play tug o war with the last remaining connected squares. Marley the cat watches curiously; apparently he never knew the joy of toilet paper. Keanen my stay-home-daddy husband is on the couch looking like a zombie.
Voice of ONE
Brooke was diagnosed HIV positive in January 2010 -- two months married and 11 weeks pregnant with her first baby -- and has already begun to educate others about HIV. She now lives in Texas, and her poetry has been featured on TheBody.com. Her son was born on July 15, 2010.
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