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AFFIRMATIVE ACTION

When I was a 21-year-old college student at Eastern Connecticut State University, I wrote…

Preparation is a must!

Preparation lays the foundation for success. As a former basketball coach, I dedicated countless…

Leaders going bad!

It only takes one person to make a real stand and bring about change…

AMERICA, Is like ME!

America is flawed Just like me It has made many unforgettable mistakes God blessed…

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August 20, 2023

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,...

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February 12, 2024

Wooden Spoon

The humble wooden spoon, a utensil often underestimated yet possessing remarkable longevity if cared for properly. I’ve used the same wooden spoon in my kitchen for over five years, a testament to its resilience in a sea of discarded and broken counterparts. But beyond its culinary utility, the wooden spoon serves as a metaphor for the trajectory of wealth and mindset. In the hierarchy of spoons, the wooden spoon signifies a transition—a precarious balance between the single-use plastic spoon and the royal silver one. It symbolizes the legacy we leave behind, whether it be tangible assets like homes and businesses or intangible wealth such as wisdom and values. While some are born into privilege, wielding silver spoons from the start, many begin with humble beginnings, clutching plastic spoons that signify struggle and scarcity. Yet, the path to wooden spoon status lies not solely in inheritance but in mindset and determination. It’s about leveraging opportunities, making prudent choices, and transcending circumstances. Contrary to popular belief, true wealth isn’t merely measured by material possessions. It’s a mindset—a conscious decision to live within one’s means, invest wisely, and cultivate financial resilience. I’ve encountered individuals who, despite earning substantial incomes, live paycheck to paycheck,,...

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February 26, 2025

Court house

Walking into the courthouse in 2025 took me way back, way back to a time when my name echoed in these halls too often, when court dates were as routine as paydays, and I was always waiting on a verdict that never truly freed me. I could still feel the weight of those years pressing against my chest like a judge’s gavel slamming down on a fate I couldn’t control. Outside, the familiar sight of hurried last drags on cigarettes painted the same picture of desperation I once knew too well. The nicotine-filled exhales mixed with the cold morning air, swirling like the uncertainty in the eyes of the people waiting to step inside. Some of them laughed, not because life was funny, but because pain sometimes only has two options—tears or laughter. Others sat still, haunted by the unknown, their hands fidgeting with paper summonses or last-minute phone calls to people who couldn’t save them from what was coming. Stepping inside was like stepping into a time capsule. The same metal detectors, the same empty-your-pockets routine, the same worn-out carpets that had soaked up too many broken stories. The air carried a scent you could never quite wash off—a,...

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October 29, 2024

Strong men can be loving too!

The Strength in Being Tender Today, I overheard a man telling a young boy that he was “too tender” with a girl, like tenderness was something to be ashamed of, something weak. I couldn’t shake it, because I’ve lived that same lie. I’ve carried it, embraced it, and paid for it in ways that still haunt me. As a young boy, I was taught—by my uncle’s, my cousin’s, and the culture around me—that being a man meant having many women. Being a player was the goal, the badge of honor. To have one woman? To be tender with her? That was for the soft-hearted, the weak. And I let that false idea shape me, lead me, guide my choices—until those choices shaped my life, and not in the way I imagined. I think back to my high school love. I was all in. My heart only wanted her—my girl, my wife. That was the dream, the vision I had. But my mind, twisted by the lies I was fed, convinced me otherwise. I walked away from something real to chase an illusion, to be free for women who never showed up. And the one who did? She wasn’t the one.,...

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March 31, 2025

Letting go

For decades, I walked around carrying extra weight on my shoulders. This weight was added day by day. I became strong, which has allowed me to be in the positions I am in today. Along with this strength came a lack of empathy and vulnerability. Looking at my environment and what I was taught, I have learned to accept all the negative impacts as I have received the positives. The weight I was carrying around came with pain, trauma, and loss. I held this pain inside me and could feel it with each beat of my heart. The rhythm was fierce and unpredictable because, at any time, a demon within could be awakened. As my weight grew, I began to move faster and work harder. I avoided the reality that I had become numb, and I was the happiest, miserable person I knew. There was a time when I believed I could conquer the world alone. I was a superhero. I was iron. I have learned that superheroes are not real, and men break, too! As a man with grown kids, I have realized I have a long road ahead to become the person I want to be. By the,...

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

Promise- introduction

Family (The kitchen table)

PLAN A

Your super hero is within YOU!