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Men healing – Round 2

Wakime HauserJune 26, 20255,382 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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January 27, 2025

Birthday wish #52

A few weeks ago I proudly made it to age 52. Birthdays have always been a reflective time for me, a moment to pause and take stock of where I’ve been, where I am, and where I’m heading. At 52 years old, my birthday wishes no longer resemble the ones I made as a child or even as a young man. The things I used to dream about seem like echoes of a different person—a person who didn’t yet understand the weight and beauty of self-discovery. Now, my wishes have evolved into something deeper, something more profound: I wish for me to be the best version of myself. When I was a kid, my birthday wishes were simple and sweet. I’d blow out the candles on my cake, grinning from ear to ear, and hope for the latest toys that caught my eye. Action figures, bikes, and the like were treasures that lit up my world. Life was about adventure back then, about the joy of play and the endless possibilities of what could be. My young self couldn’t have imagined the complexities and challenges that adulthood would bring, but that innocence was its own kind of magic. As I,...

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,...

Life Style
March 5, 2023

2023 will be great because…

Happy new year! So often people hold off being amazing for days or months, waiting for a certain day or opportunity. Waiting is time wasted. That’s time you will never get back. There are occasions when we need to wait for a certain time. For example, you need to learn more about something, you have a surgery coming up, or you are recovering. In the fitness industry when someone tells me they want to wait for this day, they want to get ready for a wedding or vacation, or they do not have the time or money, I smile. My insides fill with emotions that rage and I use them in my next workout. Why? Why do I fill up with rage? I believe those are all the wrong reasons to get healthy or fit. I believe you get healthy or fit for life. My motivation is that I want to live forever. Right now, that is what I really want! So everything I do is fueled by eternal life. I am not perfect and I still have many variables to work on to be who I want to be. Yet, I still focus on living forever. For me, that,...

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February 6, 2023

The luck of the Irish ☘️ or NOT 3/17/1998

On Saint Patrick’s day of 1998, my first born son was born. At least that is what I THOUGHT. During labor, I was kicked out of the room because I was watching the Georgetown Hoyas Basketball game the night prior when my son’s mother began to have contractions. It was the NIT and they lost to Georgia Tech, I believe. I was given the gift of a healthy baby boy. I cried for two reasons: 1) I was a father 2) I was scared to death. I had started a full time job 3 months prior and was dealing with a paternity case at the same time, as If that was not enough. I was out of control mentally and, in my opinion, my son’s mother was not much better. Before he was even born, the arguments were out of control and I was headed for a domestic case. That eventually happened and to be honest, I could and should have been arrested more times than I was. I was too weak to leave and had such a large ego that I couldn’t allow someone to disrespect me. I do not know how I survived this relationship without doing some,...

Life Style
August 12, 2024

Racist or Not?

When I moved to Greenwich, Connecticut, from the Bronx, New York, in the early to mid-80s, the world was vastly different. I listened to music on a record player and cassette deck, wrote letters to friends outside of my local calling area, and adhered to the belief that children should be seen and not heard, at least in my family’s eyes. I rarely interacted with people who were not Black or Hispanic, unless it was at school or in a store. Greenwich was unlike any other place I had been. Fortunately, I lived near one of the three projects in Greenwich, in a predominantly Italian neighborhood. Interestingly, I recently discovered that I have a significant amount of Italian ancestry in my DNA. I still remember the trepidation I felt on my first day exploring the neighborhood. I started school in the fifth grade and immediately felt like an outcast. The cultural differences were challenging, and children can be cruel. I got into several fights within the first few months and shut down academically. The situation was further complicated by my parents’ separation during this transition. I was deemed not ready for fifth grade and was held back to the fourth,...

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Men healing – Round 2