I feel like I'd been writing angry, frustrating stuff. Like this piece on the HIV funding cuts. Read here. I also turned in a piece for an anthology, recalling a vulnerable time in my life when I was 18.
For my own sanity, I felt I needed to write something a little more...uplifting, grateful. I came up with this piece for the Huffington Post. On Father's Day eve, I'm happy I had a father to love and hate. Read here.
