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- October 1, 2023
Shut down 2020

Shut down Speeding through life Abruptly breaking Restaurants closed Delivery trucks full Schools closed Hospitals runneth over Parks vacant Homes,...
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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,...

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- December 3, 2024
Lesson’s vs. The belt
Walnut
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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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Life Style
August 30, 2024

Growing up to this day I am faced with one consistent question. What is your nationality? I have been asked if I was Jamaican, Dominican, Mixed black and white, Puerto Rican and mixed Puerto Rican and black to name a few. I was always told that I was black. I believed this most of my young life. I recall in 5th or 6th grade doing a family tree. My father directed me to my grandfather and he gave me a history dating back to the early 1800’s. This information was accompanied with stories. I really felt like I knew my father’s side of the family. As a child we had family reunions and I would meet relatives from all over the United States. My great aunt’s and uncles would display so much pride in their heritage. My Grandfather was from the south and experienced racism in a different way then I did as a kid and adult. He was not fond of white folk, but always informed me that my family had white blood. It was not very clear to me the source of the white blood but I understood it as a woman had kids and may have even,...

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December 19, 2024

Christmas Reflection

Christmas has been many things to me over the course of my life, each chapter defined by where I was, who I was, and what I believed. It’s not just a holiday—it’s a mirror reflecting the seasons of my soul. As a child in a Lutheran school, Christmas was pure, untouchable, holy. It was about Christ in the manger, the shepherds guided by the star, and the profound meaning of a Savior’s birth. I remember the hymns, the Nativity plays, the sermons that made the story of Jesus come alive. It wasn’t about gifts—it was about grace, about the miracle of light piercing through darkness. Back then, my Christmases felt like an unbroken connection to something bigger than myself. I sang joy to the world at a catholic church this past weekend and it bought back so many memories. That connection faded when I transitioned to public school in the fifth grade. Suddenly, Christmas became about getting the gifts—the thrill of unwrapping boxes stacked under the tree, the joy of waking up early and tearing through wrapping paper like there was treasure hidden inside. I won’t lie; there was magic in that, too. But it was a different magic, one,...

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August 20, 2023

Rainbows and Dodge Charger

As I ventured out into the rain, an walk I hadn’t initially wanted to do, I stumbled upon an awe-inspiring rainbow that stole my breath away. Capturing its beauty in a photograph, I pondered the profound reasons behind my affection for rainbows. My fondness stemmed from cherished memories of “The Wizard of Oz,” where the song, somewhere over the rainbow was my favorite part of the movie. It symbolized to me that something extraordinary awaited beyond the rainbow’s end. In times of trouble, as a child, I’d hum that tune, envisioning the wonders that lay ahead. But then came the moment when I was told that my admiration for rainbows was somehow “gay,” and that I, being a straight male, shouldn’t embrace them. Similarly, my adoration for the iconic TV show “The Dukes of Hazzard” and its iconic orange 1969 Dodge Charger, flaunting the Confederate flag, was tarnished. I owned all the show’s toys, including the car, flag and all, until an older cousin from North Carolina shared a different perspective, explaining that the flag represented something divisive and no black person should like that car air watch that show.. These two symbols, once laden with joyful fantasies, were marred,...

Life Style
September 1, 2024

Danger- is an educated black man!

Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. once said, “I fear I am integrating my people into a burning house.” This quote has echoed through my mind as I reflect on the realities of being an educated Black man in America. It is not simply a matter of success or personal achievement; it’s a dangerous journey that forces us to navigate a society designed to keep us in a state of submission. Education, for many, is seen as the great equalizer—a path to better opportunities and a chance to break free from the chains of poverty. However, for the educated Black man, it often feels more like a weapon used against us, revealing uncomfortable truths about our society and exposing the systemic structures that threaten our existence. Education gives us the power to see beyond the surface, to recognize the lies and manipulation perpetuated by the government. As an educated Black man, you begin to see through the glossy veneer of American politics, realizing that promises of freedom, equality, and opportunity are often hollow. You learn that the system was never designed to serve people who look like us. We are taught to believe that our country is a land of endless,...

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July 24, 2024

Your super hero is within YOU!

Personal excellence is the ultimate rebellion! Become the best version of yourself. Stop wasting your time finding excuses for why you aren’t where you want to be in life. I blame me. Who do you blame? We live in a world, especially in the USA, where we depend so much on others. We depend on electricity, running water, grocery stores, and hundreds of other dependent variables that have been created over time. We are so dependent on these elements of life that we think we cannot survive without them. A few years ago, one of my student’s parents told me that her child needed to bring his phone to school because it was the only way she could contact him if she needed him. I was speechless. She was correct in her mind about needing to contact her son. The school does have a phone system, and if her child was supposed to be in school and she needed to contact him, she could call the school. However, technology has created a more convenient system, and society has forgotten how to function without it. I graduated from high school and college without a cell phone. Now, the opposite is true.,...

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