I’m participating in the AIDS Walk New York this year as a runner! I’ve really enjoyed raising money for this great cause in the past. Though we’ve made great strides in the fight against AIDS, we still have a long way to go:
- One in eight of those infected with HIV is unaware of their infection.
- Nationally, about one in four new HIV infections are among youth, ages 13-24.
- According to a 2016 report from the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, if current HIV diagnosis rates persist, about half of all gay black men and a quarter of gay Latino men in the U.S. will be infected with HIV in their lifetime.
I can’t do this without your help. Please consider sponsoring me now by visiting my fundraising page
My short story ‘The Sound of Father’s Gun’ was just published by Bookends Review. Follow this link to read the full story. Below is a brief excerpt:
Mother pushes us out the door and across the porch, yelling for us to hurry up, like it’s a race to see who gets there first. The sound of her keys jingling around worries me, making me wonder what would happen if she dropped them down between the slats of wood beneath our feet. My sister freezes in place, tears in her eyes even as she tries to hold them back – and I realize she’s holding us back. Her feet are bare like mine, but I’ve already made it to the car while hers are stuck in place; our black cat walks over and rubs up against her leg, unaware that this is an emergency.
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My short story ‘Eggs’ was published in the April 2019 issue of Gravel Magazine. Follow this link to read the full story. Here’s a brief excerpt:
While fighting through the throng of passengers on the train, I started panicking. The cramps were so bad I feared I’d never make it in time. Out on the platform, I doubled over, gripping my stomach as I wondered what in the hell I could have eaten that would wreak so much havoc, like my insides were being ripped apart. No one offered to help or glanced my way at all despite the fact that I was clearly in pain. Not that I expected them to. In New York, it’s best not to get involved. Even making eye contact with a stranger can lead to trouble. Holding my stomach, I shuffled along, hobbling up the stairs to the sidewalk. By the time I reached my block, the cramps suddenly stopped. I wiped the sweat from my brow, relieved I hadn’t had an accident on the street. Now that would have been embarrassing, though I’m sure my girlfriend would’ve got a kick out of it. She laughs at all the bad things that happen to me.
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