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How America’s Past Disables Its Future

“Happy is a Nation with no history.” I read this quote the other day…

Birthday wish #52

A few weeks ago I proudly made it to age 52. Birthdays have always…

Lost and Found: A Wallet, A Cop, and A Lesson in Kindness

It was a typical December Monday night, and my younger cousin and I had…

Uber Encounters: Episode 1, A Ride with Daniel

Driving for Uber is like being on a reality show where every episode features…

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Life Style
March 5, 2024

My childhood was a mosaic of experiences, both challenging and enriching, which I now regard as invaluable. Among these memories, one stands out: my time at a sleep-away camp. Despite initial trepidation and likely shedding tears, the farm-style setting with its assortment of animals and farming duties left an everlasting mark on me. Spending summers with my grandparents and great aunt in North Carolina became the highlight of my youth, fostering friendships that endure to this day. By the age of 11, I had navigated three distinct environments: inner-city life, affluent suburbs, and the warmth of southern hospitality. These diverse settings endowed me with a range of positive attributes, facilitating my ability to relate to people from all walks of life. As a child, I was resilient, albeit reluctantly so—I was more prone to tears than to confrontation. Yet, I was instilled with the principle of not allowing anyone to exploit me. Thus, I found myself facing adversaries I sought to avoid. These early lessons forged not only physical fortitude but, more significantly, mental resilience. My upbringing was characterized by self-directed learning. My peers and I constructed clubhouses, established leadership structures, and engaged in spirited sports competitions. We navigated conflicts,,...

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February 21, 2024

Silver Spoon!

In the realm of societal unbalance, there exists a phrase that reverberates with both envy and disdain: “born with a silver spoon.” It explains the notion of being born into immense wealth, shielded from the adversities that plague the majority of humanity. As I reflect on this concept, I am reminded of the stark realities of economic inequality that persist in our world. In my capacity as a black teacher and gym owner, I witness firsthand the disparities that exist and the systemic barriers that obstruct the path to prosperity for many including myself. Less than 2% of the population will never have to worry about money. These individuals were born with a silver spoon. This status is for life. Unlike a plastic spoon, a person born with a silver spoon will always have a silver spoon. It doesn’t matter what happens in their life; they will always be rich. The metaphor of the silver spoon speaks to the perpetuation of privilege across generations. It symbolizes not just material wealth, but also access to opportunities, networks, and resources that reinforce and amplify that wealth. For those born into affluent families, success often seems preordained, a birthright rather than an achievement.,...

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May 15, 2023

GITTY

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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June 24, 2024

Empowerment in Vermont: My Transformative Weekend with 25 Powerful Men of Color

Have you ever been surrounded by 20 or more men who made you feel empowered and valuable? I have! This past weekend, I attended a men’s wellness retreat in Vermont with 25 powerful men of color. The ages and stories were amazing, tragic, resilient, and worthy of absorbing. There were multiple moments during this retreat where I encountered joy so overwhelming it brought tears of happiness to my cheeks. Every person I spoke to was as clear as my aunt’s glass windows. There were no signs of masks or hidden agendas. I am not exaggerating when I say everyone I encountered was fully open and engaged. As a man of color, it is unfortunate that we do not feel this way among each other more frequently. If I could use a word to describe what every man felt around each other, I would use “safe” or “secure.” The goal of this weekend getaway was to rest, recover, and be our true selves. What was expected and what took place were totally different. I watched men open up about what they were going through and how they were dealing with it. The masks of everyday life were removed. It was group,...

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March 27, 2024

Brown Paper Bag

Reflecting on childhood memories often brings to mind simpler times, like the excitement of packing a favorite lunchbox for school. For me, it was a toss-up between my Superman and Hulk lunchboxes – iconic symbols of my youthful enthusiasm. Do you recall your cherished lunch containers? The tradition of packing lunches might seem like a relic from the past, especially in today’s fast-paced world. Yet, I can still vividly recall the care my mother took in preparing my midday meal. Deli sandwiches were a staple, adorned with a choice of condiments – mustard for liverwurst, ham, and bologna, and mayo for roast beef and turkey. However, nothing could surpass the timeless appeal of a classic peanut butter and jelly sandwich. The jelly flavor was inconsequential; it was the creamy peanut butter that always won my heart. When a warm meal was on the cards, my mother’s ingenious solution was Campbell’s chicken noodle soup or Chef Boyardee, packed snugly in an insulated canister to keep it piping hot until lunchtime. While my school offered hot lunches every Friday – a treat I reserved for occasions like meatball grinders or pizza – I mostly stuck to the home-packed goodness. Trading snacks with,...

Men healing – Round 2
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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

Marriage Retreat

Empowerment in Vermont: My Transformative Weekend with 25 Powerful Men of Color

Life’s road map!

Failed Starts

How America’s Past Disables Its Future

Birthday wish #52

Lost and Found: A Wallet, A Cop, and A Lesson in Kindness

Uber Encounters: Episode 1, A Ride with Daniel

Childhood lost

Silver Spoon!

GITTY

Empowerment in Vermont: My Transformative Weekend with 25 Powerful Men of Color

Brown Paper Bag

Men healing – Round 2

Shades of a Man (Podcast)

Growth takes time!

Men’s deserve to heal