H.I.V.  Diary

By Bree LeMaire My first HIV patient was Carlos: thirty years old, short, bulky, and Latino, with an attentive wife, young children, and an intravenous drug habit.  The year was 1986. I was a registered nurse working nights and weekends in a chemical dependency facility in Oxnard, a town about 65 miles north of Los […]

The Way It Used to Be

 One day I crossed the last item off my list of things-to-do, and then I was in trouble because what to do now?  I didn’t know.  Don’t get me wrong,  I knew what a guy is supposed to do after finishing his to-do list, even though the knowledge was purely theoretical in my case, because it had […]