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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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- July 23, 2023
Wedding Day!

Today marks the moment when we officially unite as one, a significant milestone in our lives. This journey has been,...
- Life Style
- August 13, 2023
Growing old with Hip Hop

I wrote this piece back in 2013, and in light of hip hop’s 50th anniversary celebration this weekend, I believe,...

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- March 12, 2023
Your character is naked!
It was just EMAIL
- December 4, 2023

Men healing – Round 2

Wakime HauserJune 26, 20255,176 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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June 18, 2023

Family (The kitchen table)

Listening to my grandfather’s captivating stories, I found myself yearning to experience the vivid world of his childhood. It was an era influenced by the KKK and the challenging lifestyle of sharecropping, yet my grandfather’s stories also incorporated the wonders of television and technological gadgets from the 70s, 80s, and 90s—elements he himself lived without. As a child, one of the most enlightening questions I asked him was about the impact of the Great Depression on his life. His response was simple: he didn’t realize there was an economic crisis at the time. While money held some importance, his family valued land and livestock even more. He explained that they could go days, even weeks, without spending any money. Survival meant planting and slaughtering their own food, cutting down trees for heating and cooking, and not even contemplating the luxury of air conditioning. Money was reserved for purchasing fabric, tools, and other essentials for their daily lives. My grandfather had only completed eighth grade, yet he was the most intelligent person I had ever spent time with, surpassing even my own academic achievements as I pursued my dissertation to become Dr. Hauser. Family was the cornerstone of his life—a value,...

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February 3, 2025

How America’s Past Disables Its Future

“Happy is a Nation with no history.” I read this quote the other day and it has stuck to me like velcro. But America is not that country. Our history is long, complicated, and full of contradictions. We are a nation built on bold ideals—freedom, justice, and opportunity—yet our foundation is cracked by conquest, oppression, and division. And now, in an era where information is limitless, we are trapped by our past more than ever. I know the power of history because I’ve lived it. My past is full of struggles, pain, and hard times. But it was those struggles that shaped me, that built my resilience, that made me the man I am today. I don’t run from my past—I learn from it, I grow from it, and I refuse to let it define my future. Yet, in America, we do the opposite. We are stuck in a loop of guilt, blame, and division, constantly trying to rewrite, erase, or weaponize history. We cannot escape the conquering of Native Americans, the stain of slavery, the era of Jim Crow, or the impact of wars that have left scars on the world. These are facts, and they should be remembered.,...

Life Style
December 11, 2023

BLACK numbers MATTER!

Just another night in Vegas at the roulette table—talking, laughing, and enjoying the company of people from various places. Although I wasn’t hitting jackpot-sized wins, I was doing well. A group of men, dressed in jeans, boots, and cowboy hats, joined our game, seemingly in town for the Nations Rodeo finals. Despite my urban appearance, my love for country music and lifestyle is genuine. As they boisterously joined, the once-relaxed vibe at the table became awkward. Playing odd/even and red/black, one of them loudly declared, “Let’s go black!” followed by a questionable remark about “black numbers matter,” eliciting uncomfortable silence. I chose not to escalate the situation; after all, I wasn’t in Vegas for conflict. The table remained quiet until they left. I refused to let the incident ruin my night, choosing to focus on the positive. Reflecting the next morning, it struck me how rare it is for me to be offended by racial comments. While I’ve not supported movements like BLM, I found these men’s remarks out of line. It made me realize the prevalence of hate in the world. Acknowledging my own past lapses in sensitivity, I hope this experience prompts greater awareness of my words. We,...

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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

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June 3, 2024

Remembering my friend

Thank you. I know I never said that to you when I had the chance. Thank you for being my first friend after I moved to Connecticut. Who would have thought you would live the life you lived back in 1982 on your 13th birthday? Our friendship wasn’t separated by hard feelings. You moved away, and we both moved forward with life. I was taken back when your sister sent me this photo and told me you were gone. I was trying to recall the last time we saw each other. My guess would be over 35 years. Still and all, I remembered how you helped me transition from New York to Greenwich. It was the most difficult transition of my childhood. You were one of my few friends who ever met my father, and it was around this time my father and mother separated. You were there for me during that time, keeping me busy with boy stuff—bike riding, sports, and, of course, MTV videos. We had so much in common, the older brother of two sisters, and now we both shared the responsibility of being the man of the house. Both of us then had to adjust to,...

Men healing – Round 2
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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