This past summer, we went to South Africa as the International AIDS Conference was taking place in Durban and I had a poster session. Two summers ago, we went to Melbourne where I had another presentation on some of my research. Two summers ago, my son […]
A few months back I was celebrating my latest accomplishment. I had joined my son in observing lent and gave up desserts. My doctor noted that yes I am aging and maybe I should think of cutting back a little on the bad stuff. Specifically, all the sugars […]
This past year of 2016 has been rough, wacky and surreal. Sometimes all three at once. Actually, almost always all three at once. Its been so odd, that I feel there must be 100 more adjectives one can use to describe this year. Is 2016, the year […]
While growing up, I was a little girl looking for a mentor within the school system. I had been labeled gifted and lived in a poverty-stricken neighborhood. Those that could mentor, looked for those to mentor. We would build our community resources through informal relationships and gumption. I […]
Clowns are creepy. We all get that. Some five year olds out there may not get weirded out by clowns. But they are the minority. Not that I have any hard data on this. It is just my gut feeling. I personally met a clown once. He nearly […]
She didn’t have it easy. No one around her did. So why should she care or even think about her hard life. She didn’t have time to care anyway. Time either moved too slowly or too quickly. Nothing was in-between. That’s why she loved her Marlbaro’s. She […]
Over a year ago, when my boy had just turned seven, he asked if we could travel to Ireland. I tilted my head and must have looked quite puzzled. What seven year old boy asks if we can plan a trip to Ireland. We are not Irish. […]
My mother believed in the evil eye. She was deathly scared of the evil eye. She believed people could wish you evil and you could fall under subsequent continuous bad luck. There was a bit of time where she had really good luck, winning radio contest […]
A long, long time ago I used the restroom in the Port Authority Station in New York city and I left traumatized. I was not traumatized because it was filthy or that I thought I saw a rat as big as my feet. I was not traumatized because […]
In my news feed this morning, I read story after story of how one person or another was walking back their latest comment. I say something, you say something and we all walk it back. Does this sit well with the masses? Its like we are left with […]
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