Your cart is currently empty.
Go to the shop
  • Home
  • About
  • Blog
  • Books
  • Contact
Recent Posts
  • 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
Trending
    • Uncategorized
    • July 31, 2023

    Small Town

    Hot topic today is the Jason Aldean’s song “try that in a small town”. When I first heard the song,...
    • Books
    • 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,...
More like this
    • Uncategorized
    • June 22, 2024

    The Forgotten Art of Navigation

  • Shades of a Man (Podcast)

    • May 30, 2025
Tags
#2023 #blogger #Connecticut #family #grandmother #childhood #projects #love #life #findyou #happiness #selflove #innerpeace #mindset #motivation #self-development #writer #youvsyou author Breakfast Coming Dark Dinner food Moments Movie
Wakime Hauser's BlogWakime Hauser's Blog
  • Home
  • About
  • Blog
  • Books
  • Contact
Wakime Hauser's BlogWakime Hauser's Blog
Uncategorized

Prime Time

Winners always stand out, and we gravitate towards them for a myriad of personal…

Wakime Hauser September 24, 2023
Uncategorized

We are Divided

It’s that time again. The election is around the corner! Let me start by…

Wakime Hauser September 18, 2023
Uncategorized

Tainted lens

Tainted lens The eyes Only see What a blind man can not Virtually Fantasy…

Wakime Hauser September 10, 2023
Life Style

BRICK by BRICK

Building a 1000 square foot home with standard bricks typically requires around 7000 bricks.…

Wakime Hauser September 3, 2023
  • First
  • ...
  • 10
  • 15
  • 16
  • 17
  • 20
  • ...
  • Last
Loading
  • Uncategorized
  • June 12, 2023

FORKS

We all have heard the expression by Yogi Berra “when you come to a fork in the road, take it”. Have you ever thought about the number of forks that you have come to in your life? I spent countless hours reliving my past. Wishing I made a different decision.These hours accumulated into days, months and even years. Thinking about what I could have done differently led me into a deep unconscious depression. I was living in the present physically while my mind and soul were in the past. Now I do not live in the past, nor doI live in the future. I live in the moment. I am finally finding peace. Since birth we are faced with hundreds if not thousands of forks a day. Forks referring to choices or decisions. What I wear, what I eat are small forks. Bigger forks would include, should be friends with this person or that person. What I’m doing this weekend. To the gigantic decisions: should I marry him or her, what college should I go to, where do I want to live. These are all forks that we deal with every day. I believe each person throughout their lives will,...
  • 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,...
  • Uncategorized
  • March 27, 2023

Half a Mint

I had to be about 20, maybe 21 years old. I don’t remember the exact year or day. I believe it was the summer of 1993. I was pushing a red 1988 Mustang LX. It was the worst car I ever had. It was a candy apple red, had factory rims, and a kicker box in the back seat. I would put it in the trunk when I picked up my friends. The system sounded muffled when I did so. I had a portable CD player that I would use through the tape deck with a cassette adapter. It would skip everytime I hit a bump. I just started smoking weed on a daily basis and my dreams of being a professional basketball player shifted to becoming a rapper. I was drinking and driving, smoking and driving, living to get high, drunk and laid. Does this sound familiar to you and your post high school days? I worked at a summer camp where all of the camp counselors were doing the same. We would work all day playing and working with kids from ages 6-14, then go play ball, eat, and find a place to hang out all night partying.,...
  • Uncategorized
  • May 25, 2024

Promise- introduction

This book emerges from the depths of a broken man’s soul. While I am still a “WORK IN PROGRESS,” each year finds me better than the last—a repeating cycle for well over a decade. Life broke me down, and I failed to recognize the cracks that could have been my escape, leaving me trapped in a cycle of excuses and blame. This destructive process became easy, though its outcomes were harsh. I wished for change rather than working for it. As a middle-aged man, I finally became self-aware of my position in life and the true reasons for it. The realization hit hard: it was all ME, ME, ME! I made a solemn PROMISE to myself—one that would change my life. This promise started with taking better care of myself. It began with a simple act: moving my body daily, first thing in the morning. This one small task transformed my world in countless ways. Now, over a decade later, I am ready to share my story with the world, believing that my journey can help others change their lives too. Although I am not done, I feel as though I have just begun. This book is a testament to,...
  • 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 this poem resonates fittingly. Enjoy! Born with this music Hip hop Fatherless soul Hip hop was my guide It showed me the breaks Which I lived Auditory No videos and magazines Well, there was……. Underground Suppressed like the segregated south Trying to gain musical civil rights Breakthrough Run DMC Elementary Rhymes Which to this day, are parts of me Still there was no money I learned the meaning of philosophy Through BDP When dancing earned respect And DJ’s didn’t yell there names Promoting themselves the whole night Stopping the violence Was a mission Fashion was…. Gold Suede Leather Bombers Sheep skins And FOR REAL Most of us fought Hand to hand As I age Hip hop I still breathe I lived through the changes Its common sense I think I love her Well??? It’s a love hate thing Cause I love the music But I hate the game Sex and violence Yeah Kris knew it The art form is gone Hip hop Now has the root of all evil It all about the Benjamin’s And the Benz The ice The,...
Recent Posts
  • Men healing – Round 2

    • June 26, 2025
  • 2

    Shades of a Man (Podcast)

    • May 30, 2025
  • Growth takes time!

    • May 14, 2025
  • Men’s deserve to heal

    • April 25, 2025
Loading
© 2019 Harmuny Writers, INC. All Rights Reserved.