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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
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- February 12, 2023
How we became…

I was lucky, we had something in common. The first time you meet someone or have not seen someone in,...
- Life Style
- December 13, 2022
Read My Life

Read My life “Delivering happiness” “Starts with Why” “This Native son” Or “Black boy” Was an “Outsider” Burning in “Dante’s,...

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- May 8, 2023
HAM AVE
Marriage Retreat
- October 15, 2024

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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Life Style
March 19, 2023

When my family moved to Greenwich CT in 1983, it was a culture shock to me. My entire life I had been called a white boy and now, for the first time, I wasn’t. In this new environment, I was vividly different. It wasn’t just the color of my skin. It was the core values that I was brought up with. In my opinion, I was raised to be tough outside of my home and submissive and obedient inside. I was trained to live a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde life. In Mount Vernon and the Bronx, NY, this lifestyle was accepted as normal because most of the kids I knew had similar expectations in and outside of their homes. Where I was coming from it was normal to see one of your friends get beaten in public. Greenwich was different, I mean REALLY different. For the first time in my life I saw kids talk back to their parents. They listened in school. However, they took their frustrations out on their parents. This was not true for everyone. However I had never seen a kid talk back to their parents when I moved to Greenwich. I mean I saw,...

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 paid attention to people’s habits around me. As I walked through 1st class, I noticed a man frantic on his lap top. I thought to myself, “I hope he works for himself”. I would never be that intense about performing tasks for a company or boss. Then I noticed an older couple relaxed and reading the paper. I could not see what the older gentleman was reading, but I assumed it was something business related. As I made my way to the main cabin, I saw people wiping down their seats and adjusting their masks. I chuckled to myself. After I sat down, I began to watch to see what people would be doing during this flight. I have been on over 100 flights in my lifetime and this was the first time I really watched people! My observations lead me to believe that people want to be entertained, work, sleep and eat/drink while flying. This is not much different than the real world. The people who I noticed reading were reading mystery novels, love novels and enjoyment type books.,...

Life Style
September 1, 2024

Danger- is an educated black man!

Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. once said, “I fear I am integrating my people into a burning house.” This quote has echoed through my mind as I reflect on the realities of being an educated Black man in America. It is not simply a matter of success or personal achievement; it’s a dangerous journey that forces us to navigate a society designed to keep us in a state of submission. Education, for many, is seen as the great equalizer—a path to better opportunities and a chance to break free from the chains of poverty. However, for the educated Black man, it often feels more like a weapon used against us, revealing uncomfortable truths about our society and exposing the systemic structures that threaten our existence. Education gives us the power to see beyond the surface, to recognize the lies and manipulation perpetuated by the government. As an educated Black man, you begin to see through the glossy veneer of American politics, realizing that promises of freedom, equality, and opportunity are often hollow. You learn that the system was never designed to serve people who look like us. We are taught to believe that our country is a land of endless,...

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May 22, 2023

Mr. K

This blog is a great follow up to Ham Ave. When I first moved to Greenwich I was completely new to organized sports. The only games I knew were kick ball, stick ball, taps and tag. I watched baseball, football and basketball all the time. I just never had the opportunity to play sports in an organized or even unorganized setting. Living in the city and spending a lot of time in the projects didn’t allow for these opportunities for me prior to moving to Greenwich. Being outside and playing as a kid allowed me to transition to organized sports well. I went to Hamilton Avenue Elementary school. I was not a fan of the learning part in school. The change from the Mount Vernon/ Bronx New York to Greenwich Ct really halted my education. The Bronx and Mount Vernon areas I lived in were predominantly black. I didn’t even know too many people of Spanish descent. Greenwich on the other hand was white, and the neighborhood I lived in was mostly Italian. I went from being called a white boy to being seen as black. I was extremely uncomfortable and the only way I knew how to deal with,...

Books, Fashion, Life Style, Life Style, Uncategorized
January 8, 2025

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 decided to catch Taka at the Parkade Movie Theater in Manchester, Connecticut. The film was incredible—AI has gotten so good, I half expected Simba to leap off the screen and grab my popcorn. Speaking of popcorn, I devoured two large bags (yes, two) and chased them down with water I smuggled in like a seasoned pro. I’m sorry, but I’m not paying $5 for a bottle of water worth a quarter. The movie ended, and we made our way to the car. That’s when I realized something was off—my wallet wasn’t in my pocket. Panic set in. We rushed back inside, retraced every step, and even dove headfirst into the garbage cans like we were on a scavenger hunt for the world’s most important treasure. The theater staff were helpful, but no luck. I was convinced someone had found the wallet, pocketed the cash, and dumped the rest. My cousin and I scoured the parking lot with our phone flashlights, peeking into every crevice, garbage can, and even the dumpster. Nothing. I resigned myself to the headache of canceling credit cards, replacing my boating license, and,...

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