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Life’s road map!

If you’re under 35, chances are you’ve never had to unfold a map to…

Good Morning

Good Morning Opening your blinds Sun rays beam across the light dust Another day…

Childhood lost

My childhood was a mosaic of experiences, both challenging and enriching, which I now…

The Prize 🏆

In the realm of childhood memories, few things evoke nostalgia quite like the thrill…

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April 25, 2024

My circle, The power of the Mat!

As I stood on the mat, rooted yet weightless amidst the palpable energy, my mind embarked on a journey. Nine men, all of color on this particular day, were poised to enter tranquility alongside me. I am both a student and a teacher of yoga, still navigating the novice levels, yet to some in the group, I appeared as an expert. Our class unfolds in segments, each spanning 10-15 minutes, with every yogi taking their turn to lead. Each individual possesses a unique profundity that imbues the room with a radiant energy that inspires. As I awaited my turn, I glanced around the room, struck by the remarkable men surrounding me. Three were newly acquainted, their introductions exuding an aura that instantly captured my attention. One regards me as a mentor, young enough to be my son. Two others have been constants in my life for nearly three decades. And then there’s the man I fondly call “the tree,” a figure whispered about in mutual circles for over a decade, whose recent collaboration with me brought immense joy. In that moment, I was in awe, elevated by the sheer magnificence of the company I kept. Taking a deep breath, I,...

Books, Fashion, Life Style, Life Style, Uncategorized
January 3, 2025

Uber Encounters: Episode 1, A Ride with Daniel

Driving for Uber is like being on a reality show where every episode features a new cast of characters. People from all walks of life hop into your car, each with their own stories and destinations. It’s the best part of the job, second only to the money. One of the most fascinating individuals I’ve met so far was a man named Daniel, meeting him felt like I stumbled onto an episode of Extraordinary People. The pick-up was at a typical apartment complex. I pulled into the lot and waited. A minute or two later, I spotted my passenger—a short, sharply dressed Asian man. As he walked toward my truck, it became clear that Daniel had no arms. Naturally, I rolled down my window and offered, “Hey, need a hand?” He smiled, shook his head no, and without hesitation, opened the truck door without any problems.. What happened next was a show of dexterity that had me questioning everything I knew about adaptability. He placed his bag on the seat, then slipped off his shoe. Yep, his shoe. Before I could fully process what was happening, he used his foot to reach for the door and pull it shut. Well,,...

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,,...

Books, Fashion, Life Style, Life Style, Uncategorized
January 9, 2024

51 years old

As another year swiftly comes to an end, I find myself on the brink of turning 51. Reflecting on my journey, I feel immensely blessed to have reached this point. In my teenage years, the specter of violence loomed large due to the crack epidemic, leaving me anxious about a potentially tragic end. Amidst the drugs and crime, thoughts of mortality were a frequent companion, a topic seldom shared with others. Upon reaching 21, I found myself in college, surprised and without a concrete plan for the future. Living day by day, immersed in a cycle of indulgence, I failed to realize my potential and inadvertently hurt those around me. Graduating at 24, I was an adult with little self-understanding and no clear path forward, questioning the worth of my existence. Fatherhood thrust itself upon me in 1998, although I had unknowingly been a father since 1996. As a young father, I stumbled through, making numerous mistakes and offering excuses for my shortcomings. Despite building a career and enjoying social success, my relationship with my children suffered, and I reached 2010 with a familial disconnect. A pivotal decision marked a turning point in my life. I chose to relinquish blame,,...

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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,...

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

Shades of a Man (Podcast)

Growth takes time!

Men’s deserve to heal

Leaders going bad!

Start, Struggle, Survive and Succeed

Cell phones and the Internet

It was just EMAIL

Life’s road map!

Good Morning

Childhood lost

The Prize 🏆

My circle, The power of the Mat!

Uber Encounters: Episode 1, A Ride with Daniel

Childhood lost

51 years old

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

Men healing – Round 2

Shades of a Man (Podcast)

Growth takes time!

Men’s deserve to heal