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Men healing – Round 2

Wakime HauserJune 26, 20255,028 Leave a comment

After last year’s unforgettable experience in Vermont for the first-ever Men’s Health Retreat, I knew this second gathering would be something special. But what I didn’t anticipate was how much deeper it would take root in my soil and…

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Shades of a Man (Podcast)

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Growth takes time!

I wasn’t always the man I am today. In fact, for a long time,…

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Men’s deserve to heal

It was a cold, rainy Saturday morning, and my schedule was already stacked. But…

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50 years deep!

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Shut down 2020

Shut down Speeding through life Abruptly breaking Restaurants closed Delivery trucks full Schools closed Hospitals runneth over Parks vacant Homes filled 9-5 Recreational centers closed Internet infinite No mask Mask Get tested No test Black lives matter All life Matter No crowds Riots No weddings Protest Sports No fans Learn Online Blind Leading those who can not feel With vibrations Vaccine In one 2030 Appropriate data Stimulus Checks Bounce back Reopen Rich still rich Poor Still broke Thank you for Reading Your Friend Wakime Hauser
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  • June 25, 2023

AMERICA, Is like ME!

America is flawed Just like me It has made many unforgettable mistakes God blessed America And Forgave me for my sins America is strong Just like me This country fought to be free War after war Internally and externally As I have battled my own personal Demons And societal expectations America is weak Just like me Greed and hate penetrate its liberty As the pain of my mistakes Rains on my melon cheeks America did not choose me Nor did I choose America It was founded on evil mixed with righteousness As I was created on narcotics and holy water I love America Just like I love myself The good the bad and the indifferent This is my home Like me It will ALWAYS be a work in progress For ALL BY WAKIME SHARRI HAUSER
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Court house

Walking into the courthouse in 2025 took me way back, way back to a time when my name echoed in these halls too often, when court dates were as routine as paydays, and I was always waiting on a verdict that never truly freed me. I could still feel the weight of those years pressing against my chest like a judge’s gavel slamming down on a fate I couldn’t control. Outside, the familiar sight of hurried last drags on cigarettes painted the same picture of desperation I once knew too well. The nicotine-filled exhales mixed with the cold morning air, swirling like the uncertainty in the eyes of the people waiting to step inside. Some of them laughed, not because life was funny, but because pain sometimes only has two options—tears or laughter. Others sat still, haunted by the unknown, their hands fidgeting with paper summonses or last-minute phone calls to people who couldn’t save them from what was coming. Stepping inside was like stepping into a time capsule. The same metal detectors, the same empty-your-pockets routine, the same worn-out carpets that had soaked up too many broken stories. The air carried a scent you could never quite wash off—a,...
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  • May 8, 2023

HAM AVE

About a decade ago while visiting my older sister in Greenwich Ct, I took her daughter to the basketball court that I grew up playing at. In my opinion from 1989-1993 that was my court. I did not own the court, however I was the baller that you had to earn respect from. The court and area was so different. It was much nicer. It had nice clear backboards and break away rims. It also had two hoops and not four like the Ham ave court I grew up playing on. It was nice to shoot on the new court however I could not keep the visions of the old court and moments that took place there. I mean from games such as butts up, stick ball, kickball, basketball, football, and tag to the after school fights. Not to mention riding bikes down the steps and skateboarding. Ham ave was my home away from home. It was not only the place where I went to elementary school, it was the place where I groomed my basketball game and the place where I met my older son’s mother. When I was in fifth grade Ham ave was the all in one,...
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  • March 27, 2024

Brown Paper Bag

Reflecting on childhood memories often brings to mind simpler times, like the excitement of packing a favorite lunchbox for school. For me, it was a toss-up between my Superman and Hulk lunchboxes – iconic symbols of my youthful enthusiasm. Do you recall your cherished lunch containers? The tradition of packing lunches might seem like a relic from the past, especially in today’s fast-paced world. Yet, I can still vividly recall the care my mother took in preparing my midday meal. Deli sandwiches were a staple, adorned with a choice of condiments – mustard for liverwurst, ham, and bologna, and mayo for roast beef and turkey. However, nothing could surpass the timeless appeal of a classic peanut butter and jelly sandwich. The jelly flavor was inconsequential; it was the creamy peanut butter that always won my heart. When a warm meal was on the cards, my mother’s ingenious solution was Campbell’s chicken noodle soup or Chef Boyardee, packed snugly in an insulated canister to keep it piping hot until lunchtime. While my school offered hot lunches every Friday – a treat I reserved for occasions like meatball grinders or pizza – I mostly stuck to the home-packed goodness. Trading snacks with,...
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