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Men healing – Round 2
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Shades of a Man (Podcast)
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Growth takes time!
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Men’s deserve to heal
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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.,...
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- September 18, 2023
We are Divided

It’s that time again. The election is around the corner! Let me start by saying SHAME ON US. This week,...

- Life Style
- April 9, 2023
Opportunities in the air!
Shame on us!
- April 18, 2024

FORKS

We all have heard the expression by Yogi Berra “when you come to a…

Men Matter

Growing up to this day I am faced with one consistent question. What is…

I Wanna be (poem)

I wanna be I wanna be beyond the stars Floating on life Listening to…

Mr. K

This blog is a great follow up to Ham Ave. When I first moved…

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May 15, 2023

This Friday I will be attending my aunt Bertha’s, also known as “Gitty” funeral. It will have passed by the time you will have read this. The last funeral I attended of someone in my family was my grandmother, who was also named Bertha. I never seem to remember dates. For some reason dates are not important to me. What is important in the memory that people leave with me. As a child I felt extremely close to my family. I felt like I knew everyone and spent a significant amount of time with them as well. As I aged I felt myself distancing myself away from my family. This is not done with any intent. It naturally takes place as young adults try to make their way through life. With that being said, tragedy, or death seems to bring people together. I would be lying if I knew my Aunt’s age and date of birth. I could cheat and find out. What is that worth? Not much. What is worth something is that I will get to see many of my family members who I have not seen in years. We will hug, cry, laugh, celebrate and talk about,...

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November 5, 2023

Public Schools

I have been a teacher for over 22 years. I have dedicated 18 of those years to public education. My advice to any parent approaching school age would be to consider homeschooling or enrolling your child in a private school. My teaching journey began during the era of the “No Child Left Behind” (NCLB) initiative, which aimed to prioritize the academic achievement of traditionally under-served groups of children, including low-income students, students with disabilities, and students from various racial and ethnic backgrounds. In theory, this initiative seemed commendable, but in practice, it has unfortunately left many students behind. In the past, if students didn’t meet the general requirements, they often had to repeat a grade. I recall this from my own school days in the 1980s, where some friends repeated grades due to a lack of effort or a slower learning pace, and yet, they lead successful lives today. Notably, these friends were of diverse backgrounds. Back then, there was a clear standard that students had to meet to progress, and if they didn’t, they either attended summer school or repeated the grade. This standard was upheld. However, NCLB has created a disconnect between the classroom and real-life consequences. I’ve,...

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October 4, 2024

Showing up for???

There’s something I’ve been reflecting on deeply this week—showing up. Whether it’s in the gym, at family events, or in life’s daily battles, the truth is simple: consistency is key. But not everyone gets it, do they? Some people expect you to always be there for them, yet they never show up for you. It’s frustrating, but here’s the kicker—I’m not surprised. Why? Because I’ve learned that in my journey there will be supporters and non-supporters Discipline Over Everything In the gym and in life, it’s discipline that separates those who succeed from those who make excuses. We all know what we need to do—wake up earlier, put in the work, eat right—but knowing doesn’t get us results, doing does. That’s why I started my “Discipline Diaries” series on Instagram. Every Monday, I drop a reel to remind you that execution is everything. Don’t just think about your DREAMS, don’t just talk about them—get up and chase them. It’s the same with fitness. Whether it’s the 5-day challenge or the 8-week program at Workout Harder Fitness Fitness, the people who succeed are the ones who show up every day, no matter how tired they are, no matter how tempting that,...

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February 26, 2023

4th Street Projects: 5H

5 H was the place! It was my favorite place to be for many reasons. Mainly because it was pretty much the meeting place for all my cousins. It also was the place where my grandmother lived Mount Vernon was the City, New York was the State, and the 4th street projects was the domain. I felt the safest at my grandmother’s house in the projects. I lived in many places in my life with low crime. Although the projects could be dangerous, I felt safe at all times. I attribute that to my grandmother. I had many fights, but everyday life prepared me for those fights, so they were rarely faced with fear. I mean I fought because I was afraid, but I didn’t fear fighting. I feared being hurt. I feared my Parents, Grandparents, Aunts and Uncles, NOT my peers. I didn’t like fighting and I believe I cried during every fight I ever had! My grandmother was the nicest, meanest woman you ever could meet. Her nickname was “mad dog”. It is common for everyone in the projects to have a nickname and mad dog fit her perfectly. She was sweet until you provoked her. Then Lucifer,...

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 it’s meant for one-time use only. Being born with a plastic spoon means one starts life at the bottom. One may have hard working parents who serve as good role models and provide what’s needed. However, when they pass away, they may not leave behind much except debt. Saying I was born with a plastic spoon isn’t a knock on my parents; it’s just the truth. I was born poor, with parents who were socially and economically uneducated. The likelihood of me graduating from college and earning a degree was extremely low. Yet, I earned a master’s degree and beyond, defining what hard work and determination are. My plastic spoon was fortunately handed to me in the 70s, before cell phones and computers became common items. I didn’t even realize I was poor or different until I moved to Greenwich, CT, from the Bronx in 5th grade. Being light-skinned in Mount Vernon and the Bronx, NY, led to me being called a ‘white boy.’ There was no such judgment when I moved to Greenwich; I was clearly black and clearly,...

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