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Election Day!

As I pulled up to the polls at Kenney Elementary School in Manchester, Connecticut, I couldn’t help but reflect on,...
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- September 24, 2023
Prime Time

Winners always stand out, and we gravitate towards them for a myriad of personal reasons. It’s exhilarating when our favorites,...

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- November 14, 2023
Hard work PAYS off
Back Yard Buddy
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Rainbows and Dodge Charger

As I ventured out into the rain, an walk I hadn’t initially wanted to…

Growing old with Hip Hop

I wrote this piece back in 2013, and in light of hip hop’s 50th…

Bathroom Trophies!!

While my wife and I were designing our new home, I stumbled upon my…

Small Town

Hot topic today is the Jason Aldean’s song “try that in a small town”.…

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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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July 9, 2023

Preparation is a must!

Preparation lays the foundation for success. As a former basketball coach, I dedicated countless hours to preparing for each game. This involved various tasks such as scouting the opposing team, analyzing game footage, and conducting daily practices with my team. We always felt ready to face teams that were equal to or better than us, but we often found ourselves unprepared against less skilled opponents. As I grew in my coaching journey, I came to realize that sometimes, prioritizing the team’s well-being necessitates sacrificing the potential for a resounding victory. Early in my coaching career, my sole focus was on winning and winning by a wide margin. If we were significantly superior to an opposing team, I wanted to outscore them by a significant margin. However, a pivotal moment occurred that altered my coaching philosophy. Interestingly, it wasn’t related to basketball at all. A concerned parent approached me seeking guidance regarding her son. She explained that her son consistently arrived late to school unless she personally woke him up and supervised his morning routine. Despite being a talented basketball player, his habit of tardiness was putting his place on the team in jeopardy. Determined to help, I agreed to speak,...

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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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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,...

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November 14, 2023

Hard work PAYS off

Have you ever experienced disappointment after putting in hard work to achieve something? Have you found yourself wishing you hadn’t taken on a challenging task, only to push through and complete it? I believe that people often feel regret for missed opportunities and chances when they fail to put in the necessary effort. Regret can become a habitual response, fostering a victim mentality that hinders personal accountability. I consider myself fortunate to have had individuals in my life who pushed me when I resisted, offering honest feedback that, though uncomfortable at the time, proved invaluable. While I initially resented their high expectations, I later realized that those who merely sympathized with my struggles never contributed to my personal growth. They were merely comforting friends, akin to temporary fixes like drugs, alcohol, or fast food. Despite the momentary relief they provided, the underlying reality remained unchanged. Consequently, such individuals are no longer central to my life, and if they are, I refrain from seeking their advice or assistance. Life is undeniably challenging, especially when we opt to avoid the hard work required to attain our goals. What does it mean to truly work for something? I pose this question because many,...

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