Emily Carter

How a powerful little microbe made Emily Carter really feel like celebrating Valentine’s Day

What’s the matter with kids today? CMCLD confusion, says Emily Carter, who offers this tear-and-share.

The planet’s positive poor are AIDS Inc.’s next boom market. Emily Carter intercepts an internal affair.

Fielding calls from the well worried, Emily Carter finds that years of HIV info is fleeting, while sexual shame is forever

Bullying and bawling are the MO at the PWA playground. Emily Carter has just two words for us: Grow Up!

Emily Carter realizes that the only surprise Ms. Stork is delivering is the present-and that’s a gift enough.

A case of the old “Is it KS or just a bruise?” panic leaves Emily Carter proud to be an American.

Strategic Treatment Interruptions—a.k.a. drug holidays—are the new dream destination. But are they for everyone?  Keith Henry...

Emily Carter’s new mall gig demands full hair and make-up. But does she want to play against type?

Or, You Can Have My Selective Serotonin Reuptake Inhibitors When You Pry Them From My Dead, Cold Fingers

Valentine’s Day giving you the wedding-bell blues? Share a sparkling cider and sobfest with gal pal Emily Carter.

Columnist Emily Carter used to settle for getting healthy off the fat of activism. Now she wants to bring home the bacon.

Emily Carter wants a cheeseburger and coffee--and hold the health lecture. She’s in touch with her inner nutritionist.

Post-diagnosis, post-recovery and pre-menopausal, our fearless columnist finds her sex drive kicking into high gear. What’s a girl to do?

Why complain? These meds could keep you alive for 30 more years.