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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
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- May 3, 2024
Family growth

When do we lose the inhibition to question everything we do not know or understand? As a young boy, I,...
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Shame on us!

As a child, I often questioned the necessity of mundane tasks like brushing my teeth, attending school, and adhering to,...

Men healing – Round 2

Wakime HauserJune 26, 20254,594 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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December 26, 2023

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Born in Yonkers, New York, in the 1970s, I’ve always seen myself as a New Yorker. Besides attending Yankees or Knicks games, I rarely visit unless it’s for a family engagement or a funeral, as I now live in Connecticut. My childhood experiences in New York were anything but boring, except when I was being punished or at church. Additionally, I witnessed numerous illegal behaviors considered normal in my hometown. It wasn’t until I moved to Connecticut that I realized fighting wasn’t acceptable. I was taught never to let anyone bully or put their hands on me, and surprisingly, I rarely got into trouble for fighting in or out of school in New York—only a swat with a yardstick in school, which just stung briefly. However, adjusting to life in Connecticut proved challenging for me as a kid and teen. I seemed to always be in trouble. North Carolina became my sanctuary, where I forged lasting friendships from my youth. Each visit fills me with emotional memories. In North Carolina, I learned various skills like riding a motorcycle, landscaping, gardening, driving a manual car, handling and shooting rifles, playing basketball, and swimming. It provided an overwhelmingly positive experience for me,...

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July 6, 2024

Growth is on YOU!!!

What’s up beautiful people! Today, I want to share with you something deeply personal yet profoundly impactful: the importance of having high expectations and structure in life. These principles have been the bedrock of my journey—a journey marked by challenges, growth, and ultimately, redemption. From a young age, I was blessed with grandparents and parents who instilled in me a strong foundation. They weren’t perfect; in fact, there were moments when their actions fell short of the standards they set. However, what they never compromised on were their expectations for me. They believed in my potential, even when I faltered. I must admit, I’ve had my share of struggles. I’ve been arrested 11 times, a fact that many find shocking given my current path. Each time I stumbled, it was the strength of that foundational upbringing that pulled me back. The structure they provided—clear boundaries, discipline, and unwavering belief in doing what’s right—acted as my guiding light in the darkest of times. You see, having high expectations doesn’t mean a life free from mistakes or challenges. It means having a compass that always points true north, even when the storms rage. It means knowing that there is a standard to,...

Life Style
January 13, 2023

Bumpsy

Bumpsy, that is his name. Who is that? The man who showed me everything in life that I shouldn’t be, yet I wanted to become. The man who hurt me over and over again. The man who my sisters called Bumpsy. Bumpsy is/was my father. In the Winter of 2021, I forgave my dad and accepted his role in my life. He is the man who my sister and all his friends (none to date I trust) call Bumpsy. I could never call him that. I called him dad because that is who I wanted him too always be. It was not to the age of 41 that I realized what a father was. That is when I began a relationship with my first-born son. His presence forced me to be a father figure. It was not hard, I just told him the truth, good, bad and or neutral. At the age of 49 I am finally confident enough to be a good father. I am also smart enough not to try to make up for my prior shortcomings as a father in the past. I am here for my children now. I don’t baby them and I do not,...

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May 29, 2023

I Wanna be (poem)

I wanna be I wanna be beyond the stars Floating on life Listening to my grandfather I wanna be sitting on white sands Sipping on a margarita In the company of a queen I wanna be in heaven Reconnecting with my lost loves Embracing there souls I wanna be lost in love Loyal husband and father Giving my best to my family I wanna to be the president Committed to the democracy Working for the people I wanna be young Following the guide of the lectures Not learning always from experience I wanna be rich Not with the root of evil But with knowledge and understanding I wanna be the best I could be Not noticed as potential I man who achieves I wanna be a shadow Seen in the dark Hiding in the light I wanna be I wanna be Those things we can’t see 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,...

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

Men healing – Round 2