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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

- Life Style
- April 9, 2023
Opportunities in the air!

While taking a flight to Daytona beach Florida for a weekend getaway with two of my guy friends, I closely,...
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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,...

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- November 5, 2024
Election Day!
MLK
- January 18, 2024

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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September 9, 2024

Step Up Your Game, Coach: Leading by Example

Years ago, I had the privilege of coaching and serving as the Director of Athletics at a high school in Hartford, CT. Man, I loved the job, but let’s be real: I didn’t love every part of it. Being a coach isn’t just about calling plays or running drills; it’s about showing up, day in and day out, as the best version of yourself. As a coach, I tried to lead by example. I showed my players how to act—I didn’t just tell them. I hit the gym daily, I watched what I ate, especially when I was in front of my athletes. I tried to be the coach I wish I had when I was growing up. But when I looked around at some of my peers, it was a different story. A lot of coaches were eating fast food on the go, skipping workouts, and acting more like the kids they were supposed to be leading than actual role models. If you’re reading this as a coach, you might get offended, but that’s a you problem. It’s time to step up your game. Why Being in Shape Matters as a Coach Let’s talk facts: if you’re coaching but,...

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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.,...

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July 16, 2023

AFFIRMATIVE ACTION

When I was a 21-year-old college student at Eastern Connecticut State University, I wrote a paper on affirmative action. The assignment required us to choose a civil matter and argue both for and against its necessity. As a black student, I chose to wholeheartedly support affirmative action. At that time, I wasn’t particularly academically inclined or focused on setting goals in life. Instead, I was enjoying the social aspects and party atmosphere of college. Needless to say, this topic held emotional significance for me, which motivated me to put forth a tremendous effort. I presented compelling data that made my paper highly persuasive, and I was thrilled to receive an A-, which was a significant achievement for me at the time. During class discussions, some of my classmates, who happened to be white males, voiced their disagreement with my paper. In my younger years, I automatically assumed that their dissenting opinions stemmed from racism. Fast forward 29 years to June 29th, 2023, when the Supreme Court announced that colleges are no longer required to consider race as a factor in the admissions process. As a former college student, current teacher, and small business owner, I fully support this decision. However,,...

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May 8, 2023

HAM AVE

About a decade ago while visiting my older sister in Greenwich Ct, I took her daughter to the basketball court that I grew up playing at. In my opinion from 1989-1993 that was my court. I did not own the court, however I was the baller that you had to earn respect from. The court and area was so different. It was much nicer. It had nice clear backboards and break away rims. It also had two hoops and not four like the Ham ave court I grew up playing on. It was nice to shoot on the new court however I could not keep the visions of the old court and moments that took place there. I mean from games such as butts up, stick ball, kickball, basketball, football, and tag to the after school fights. Not to mention riding bikes down the steps and skateboarding. Ham ave was my home away from home. It was not only the place where I went to elementary school, it was the place where I groomed my basketball game and the place where I met my older son’s mother. When I was in fifth grade Ham ave was the all in one,...

Life Style
January 13, 2023

Strike

Do you bowl? I do and it has been a blessing to start bowling again. I bowled here and there with my mother when I was a child. She was an avid bowler and bowled since I could remember. When I was a young man, she gave me her bowling ball. So, I used it every time I went bowling. My mother and I have had a rocky relationship since I was a teenager. I know she loved me and did the best she could with what she had. However, I always expected and wanted more until I did my own reflecting. Several years ago, I lost that bowling ball and not too long after it destroyed my mother and I’s relationship. I did that often so I did not have to face my fears of being hurt again. When I was writing my book, I called my mother crying and she was there for me like she always had been. We think differently, we love differently, and still, I love the hell out of her. I have realized through our relationship that the best love is the free love. Not free in cost but free in the open sense. ,...

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