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Lesson’s vs. The belt

As a 70’s baby, I was brought up by the belt. The belt was…

Talking Art!

While catching up with a friend and a business associate this weekend in New…

Showing up

There’s been a thought circling in my mind this week—showing up. Not just in…

Election Day!

As I pulled up to the polls at Kenney Elementary School in Manchester, Connecticut,…

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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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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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December 19, 2024

Christmas Reflection

Christmas has been many things to me over the course of my life, each chapter defined by where I was, who I was, and what I believed. It’s not just a holiday—it’s a mirror reflecting the seasons of my soul. As a child in a Lutheran school, Christmas was pure, untouchable, holy. It was about Christ in the manger, the shepherds guided by the star, and the profound meaning of a Savior’s birth. I remember the hymns, the Nativity plays, the sermons that made the story of Jesus come alive. It wasn’t about gifts—it was about grace, about the miracle of light piercing through darkness. Back then, my Christmases felt like an unbroken connection to something bigger than myself. I sang joy to the world at a catholic church this past weekend and it bought back so many memories. That connection faded when I transitioned to public school in the fifth grade. Suddenly, Christmas became about getting the gifts—the thrill of unwrapping boxes stacked under the tree, the joy of waking up early and tearing through wrapping paper like there was treasure hidden inside. I won’t lie; there was magic in that, too. But it was a different magic, one,...

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June 3, 2024

Remembering my friend

Thank you. I know I never said that to you when I had the chance. Thank you for being my first friend after I moved to Connecticut. Who would have thought you would live the life you lived back in 1982 on your 13th birthday? Our friendship wasn’t separated by hard feelings. You moved away, and we both moved forward with life. I was taken back when your sister sent me this photo and told me you were gone. I was trying to recall the last time we saw each other. My guess would be over 35 years. Still and all, I remembered how you helped me transition from New York to Greenwich. It was the most difficult transition of my childhood. You were one of my few friends who ever met my father, and it was around this time my father and mother separated. You were there for me during that time, keeping me busy with boy stuff—bike riding, sports, and, of course, MTV videos. We had so much in common, the older brother of two sisters, and now we both shared the responsibility of being the man of the house. Both of us then had to adjust to,...

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March 12, 2024

Good Morning

Good Morning Opening your blinds Sun rays beam across the light dust Another day in heaven Her hands reach for my waste Iphone not a thought Our mental wifi Has us connected By Wakime Sharri Hauser Copyright 2020

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

Step Up Your Game, Coach: Leading by Example

Past Present Future

Danger- is an educated black man!

Struggle