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Men healing – Round 2

Wakime HauserJune 26, 20255,483 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 24, 2024

Empowerment in Vermont: My Transformative Weekend with 25 Powerful Men of Color

Have you ever been surrounded by 20 or more men who made you feel empowered and valuable? I have! This past weekend, I attended a men’s wellness retreat in Vermont with 25 powerful men of color. The ages and stories were amazing, tragic, resilient, and worthy of absorbing. There were multiple moments during this retreat where I encountered joy so overwhelming it brought tears of happiness to my cheeks. Every person I spoke to was as clear as my aunt’s glass windows. There were no signs of masks or hidden agendas. I am not exaggerating when I say everyone I encountered was fully open and engaged. As a man of color, it is unfortunate that we do not feel this way among each other more frequently. If I could use a word to describe what every man felt around each other, I would use “safe” or “secure.” The goal of this weekend getaway was to rest, recover, and be our true selves. What was expected and what took place were totally different. I watched men open up about what they were going through and how they were dealing with it. The masks of everyday life were removed. It was group,...

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June 22, 2024

The Forgotten Art of Navigation

The global positioning system (GPS) has spoiled us. How many people today could navigate effectively using a map? I can and have navigated on many occasions using a map. This process taught me how to understand directions and the engineering of highways and roads. Roads are built in a system, and that system can help you find your way when lost. GPS is a great form of technology; however, it creates a dependency on it to navigate around your town, city, and state. What happens when you don’t have GPS and need to go somewhere? I recall one Sunday afternoon, cruising on my motorcycle to the beach. My usual route was detoured due to a closed bridge. What was supposed to be a 45-minute ride turned into a three-hour odyssey, leaving me 30 miles off course. I had GPS, but deep in the country, I had no signal. I was left to rely on my prior knowledge, which was limited because the detour took me far from familiar territory. It had been years since I traveled without some form of navigation system. Even with my prior experience, this situation was entirely different. I found myself on back roads, not seeing,...

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October 29, 2024

Strong men can be loving too!

The Strength in Being Tender Today, I overheard a man telling a young boy that he was “too tender” with a girl, like tenderness was something to be ashamed of, something weak. I couldn’t shake it, because I’ve lived that same lie. I’ve carried it, embraced it, and paid for it in ways that still haunt me. As a young boy, I was taught—by my uncle’s, my cousin’s, and the culture around me—that being a man meant having many women. Being a player was the goal, the badge of honor. To have one woman? To be tender with her? That was for the soft-hearted, the weak. And I let that false idea shape me, lead me, guide my choices—until those choices shaped my life, and not in the way I imagined. I think back to my high school love. I was all in. My heart only wanted her—my girl, my wife. That was the dream, the vision I had. But my mind, twisted by the lies I was fed, convinced me otherwise. I walked away from something real to chase an illusion, to be free for women who never showed up. And the one who did? She wasn’t the one.,...

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February 6, 2024

The Plastic Spoon!

I know all about being born with a plastic spoon. A plastic spoon might be found in the trash because it’s meant for one-time use only. Being born with a plastic spoon means one starts life at the bottom. One may have hard working parents who serve as good role models and provide what’s needed. However, when they pass away, they may not leave behind much except debt. Saying I was born with a plastic spoon isn’t a knock on my parents; it’s just the truth. I was born poor, with parents who were socially and economically uneducated. The likelihood of me graduating from college and earning a degree was extremely low. Yet, I earned a master’s degree and beyond, defining what hard work and determination are. My plastic spoon was fortunately handed to me in the 70s, before cell phones and computers became common items. I didn’t even realize I was poor or different until I moved to Greenwich, CT, from the Bronx in 5th grade. Being light-skinned in Mount Vernon and the Bronx, NY, led to me being called a ‘white boy.’ There was no such judgment when I moved to Greenwich; I was clearly black and clearly,...

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May 8, 2024

Graduation 🧑‍🎓

This weekend, I had the honor of attending my niece’s graduation from Coastal Carolina University. As I sat among the sea of caps and gowns, witnessing the hopeful faces of tomorrow, I couldn’t help but reminisce about my own college graduation back in the halcyon days of 1997. Graduation day had stirred within me a whirlwind of emotions; I was filled with a mix of excitement and trepidation as I faced the looming prospect of adulthood. Reflecting on my collegiate journey, I realized that I hadn’t been the quintessential college student. With a modest GPA of 2.2, I often wondered how I managed to cross the finish line. Yet, here I was, a testament to the 30% of individuals who had earned a college degree. Surveying the room, I pondered how many of my fellow graduates shared a similar path. As the ceremony unfolded, I couldn’t shake the feeling of empathy for these fresh-faced graduates. For many of them, college had been a sanctuary—a bubble shielding them from the harsh realities of the world beyond campus gates. While some undoubtedly faced significant challenges and sacrifices during their academic journey, for the majority, college was a time of leisure, socializing, and,...

Men healing – Round 2
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Shades of a Man (Podcast)
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Men healing – Round 2