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- 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,,...
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- September 18, 2024
The GREAT debate-NOT

The 2024 presidential election has presented us with perhaps the most disheartening choice in modern American politics: Kamala Harris versus,...

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- October 4, 2024
Showing up for???
51 years old
- January 9, 2024

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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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,...

Life Style
December 13, 2022

Read My Life

Read My life “Delivering happiness” “Starts with Why” “This Native son” Or “Black boy” Was an “Outsider” Burning in “Dante’s inferno” He almost became a “Dopefiend” Trying to be “Daddy cool” And Never found his “Black Girl Lost” “Malcolm X” Intensified the hate Realizing He was “Brainwashed” “Jab, Jab Jab, Right Hook” His life felt like he was doing “75 Hard” Now “I know Why the Caged Bird Sings” Establishing “Atomic Habits” Because “Discipline equals Freedom” Life “Can’t Hurt me” “The Power of ONE MORE” Means WE ARE “Never Finished” By Wakime Sharri Hauser Work Cited

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February 1, 2024

The symbolic meaning of Spoons

What’s Your Symbolic Spoon? 🥄 Spoons as Symbols in Life 🥄 Pause for a moment and ponder: What do spoons symbolize to you? To me, a spoon is more than just a utensil—it’s a vessel that cradles the most elusive of elements, liquids. In this captivating four-part series, we’re diving deep into the metaphorical world of spoons to explore their symbolism in our lives. Forget the practical uses; we’re delving into what spoons represent in the context of families. Intrigued? Join us on this thought-provoking journey! Blog 2: “The Plastic Spoon: Navigating Life in the Poor Class” 💔 Life with a Plastic Spoon 💔 Embark with us on a poignant exploration of the first spoon in our series: the plastic spoon. Symbolizing the challenges faced by the poor class, this blog unpacks the effects of being born into a family wielding a plastic spoon. From economic hardships to resilience, we’ll delve into the unique experiences that shape lives. Brace yourself for an eye-opening revelation as we navigate the complexities of life in the shadows of financial struggle. Blog 3: “The Wooden Spoon: Navigating the Terrain of the Middle Class” 🌳 Life with a Wooden Spoon 🌳 In the heart of,...

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January 27, 2025

Birthday wish #52

A few weeks ago I proudly made it to age 52. Birthdays have always been a reflective time for me, a moment to pause and take stock of where I’ve been, where I am, and where I’m heading. At 52 years old, my birthday wishes no longer resemble the ones I made as a child or even as a young man. The things I used to dream about seem like echoes of a different person—a person who didn’t yet understand the weight and beauty of self-discovery. Now, my wishes have evolved into something deeper, something more profound: I wish for me to be the best version of myself. When I was a kid, my birthday wishes were simple and sweet. I’d blow out the candles on my cake, grinning from ear to ear, and hope for the latest toys that caught my eye. Action figures, bikes, and the like were treasures that lit up my world. Life was about adventure back then, about the joy of play and the endless possibilities of what could be. My young self couldn’t have imagined the complexities and challenges that adulthood would bring, but that innocence was its own kind of magic. As I,...

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December 20, 2022

Start, Struggle, Survive and Succeed

Hello, my name is Wakime and I am soon to be 50 years old. Like all of us, Ihave a story to tell. My story is not a story of great success or riches, at least not yet.My story is called “Start, Struggle, Survive and Succeed”. Based on my experiences,those 4 words are fundamental in the process of life. They have been the core of all mytriumphs and shortcomings. The second group of words you will often hear me use areFitness, Family, Friends and Foes. Words are just words, unless you decide to usethem with a purpose. I have built an essential relationship with these words over theyears and they have brought me to this stage of my life. I have written several books and many poems over the course of five decades,but I don’t consider myself a writer. Most of them I have never finished. I could notfinish because writing was only used as an escape. One day I did not want to runanymore. I finished my first short book in the Fall of 2017. It is called the “Promise”. Inthe Winter of 2021 I wrote my Autobiography “ Dear Life I am Afraid”. Even though Ifinished two books,,...

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
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