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Men healing – Round 2
- June 26, 2025
Shades of a Man (Podcast)
- May 30, 2025
Growth takes time!
- May 14, 2025
Men’s deserve to heal
- April 25, 2025

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- March 27, 2023
Half a Mint

I had to be about 20, maybe 21 years old. I don’t remember the exact year or day. I believe,...
- Life Style
- December 4, 2023
It was just EMAIL

The internet has permeated every aspect of our lives, evolving from a mere tool to a ubiquitous force shaping our,...

- Life Style
- January 2, 2024
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4th Street Projects: 5H
- February 26, 2023

Men healing – Round 2

Wakime HauserJune 26, 20255,289 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…

Shades of a Man (Podcast)

For those who’ve been following my journey, reading my blogs, sharing my words, reflecting…

Growth takes time!

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

Men’s deserve to heal

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

50 years deep!

I was driving Uber the other day, heading from Avon down to Foxwoods Casino.…

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Life Style
March 5, 2024

Childhood lost

My childhood was a mosaic of experiences, both challenging and enriching, which I now regard as invaluable. Among these memories, one stands out: my time at a sleep-away camp. Despite initial trepidation and likely shedding tears, the farm-style setting with its assortment of animals and farming duties left an everlasting mark on me. Spending summers with my grandparents and great aunt in North Carolina became the highlight of my youth, fostering friendships that endure to this day. By the age of 11, I had navigated three distinct environments: inner-city life, affluent suburbs, and the warmth of southern hospitality. These diverse settings endowed me with a range of positive attributes, facilitating my ability to relate to people from all walks of life. As a child, I was resilient, albeit reluctantly so—I was more prone to tears than to confrontation. Yet, I was instilled with the principle of not allowing anyone to exploit me. Thus, I found myself facing adversaries I sought to avoid. These early lessons forged not only physical fortitude but, more significantly, mental resilience. My upbringing was characterized by self-directed learning. My peers and I constructed clubhouses, established leadership structures, and engaged in spirited sports competitions. We navigated conflicts,,...

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October 22, 2023

LUST

Lust She makes my heart beat Sounds of Africa Drums When ivory faces Sailed a shore of the motherland Her cotton fabrics Elaborates her pear shape As I walk closer to her Aroma: is sweet and low Citrus fruits, sprinkled with splenda When she speaks She is a symphony of trumpets and violins’ I look into her eyes And I see my future My sons, daughter, my grandchildren My home and my grey hair Then she passes me by BYE!!! She was just A Dream Deferred By Wakime Sharri Hauser

Books, Fashion, Life Style, Life Style, Photograph
September 18, 2024

The GREAT debate-NOT

The 2024 presidential election has presented us with perhaps the most disheartening choice in modern American politics: Kamala Harris versus Donald Trump. On one side, we have a candidate often portrayed as a puppet, reminiscent of “The Manchurian Candidate,” with scripted responses, a questionable grasp of leadership, and an allegiance to establishment politics that often seems more performative than purposeful. On the other, Donald Trump—a real-life Archie Bunker figure, whose crude rhetoric, divisive policies, and disregard for decorum and truth have turned the political arena into a reality show more concerned with ratings than results. Did it matter? No, because the game was rigged from the start. The left stays left, the right stays right, and America stays stuck. The line between politics and entertainment has blurred to the point of being indistinguishable. Candidates are no longer elected on merit or vision but on who can rally their base into a frenzy, often through fear, misinformation, or nostalgia for a past that never really existed. This election isn’t about policy; it’s about power plays, media spectacles, and maintaining the status quo. Both candidates embody the worst aspects of American politics: one pandering to progressive optics without substance, the other stoking,...

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April 2, 2024

Past Present Future

Where do you reside in the vast expanse of time? Are you lost in the tumultuous waters of past mistakes, struggling against the currents of regret? Or perhaps you find yourself casting your gaze forward, envisioning a future filled with triumphs in finance, society, and athleticism. Yet, there’s another realm – the present moment – where tranquility awaits. Do you recognize where you stand? Are you aware of how the ghosts of your past transgressions may be undermining your future? It’s plausible that you’re so fixated on the horizon that you fail to seize the opportunities unfolding in the now. Or maybe you’re fully immersed in the present, leveraging past setbacks as stepping stones, trusting the process to create a path toward the future of your dreams. Welcome to the matrix of existence, where the echoes of yesteryears reverberate through our present, while we strive to chart a course for the tomorrows yet to unfold. My journey through life has been a tapestry woven with invaluable lessons, each accompanied by its own scar – some fading with time, while others lingered long after the wounds had ostensibly healed. Despite the passage of time, the shadows of my darkest moments remained,...

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February 26, 2025

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,...

Men healing – Round 2
- June 26, 2025
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Shades of a Man (Podcast)
- May 30, 2025
Growth takes time!
- May 14, 2025
Men’s deserve to heal
- April 25, 2025