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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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- January 18, 2024
MLK

This week marks the celebration of the birthday and federal holiday for Martin Luther King Jr., officially designated on November,...
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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,...

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- December 26, 2023
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2023 will be great because…
- March 5, 2023

Avoidence

Avoidance was the primary reason for my mediocre performance during my college and early…

Promise- introduction

This book emerges from the depths of a broken man’s soul. While I am…

Failure vs. Quitting!

Do we often quit what we start? Do we fail more than we quit?…

Graduation 🧑‍🎓

This weekend, I had the honor of attending my niece’s graduation from Coastal Carolina…

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June 5, 2023

Growing up to this day I am faced with one consistent question. What is your nationality? I have been asked if I was Jamaican, Dominican, Mixed black and white, Puerto Rican and mixed Puerto Rican and black to name a few. I was always told that I was black. I believed this most of my young life. I recall in 5th or 6th grade doing a family tree. My father directed me to my grandfather and he gave me a history dating back to the early 1800’s. This information was accompanied with stories. I really felt like I knew my fathers side of the family. As a child we had family reunions and I would meet relatives from all over the United States. My great aunt’s and uncles would display so much pride in their heritage. My Grandfather was from the south and experienced racism in a different way then I did as a kid and adult. He was not fond of white folk, but always informed me that my family had white blood. It was not very clear to me the source of the white blood but I understood it as a woman had kids and may have even,...

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
January 13, 2023

Bumpsy

Bumpsy, that is his name. Who is that? The man who showed me everything in life that I shouldn’t be, yet I wanted to become. The man who hurt me over and over again. The man who my sisters called Bumpsy. Bumpsy is/was my father. In the Winter of 2021, I forgave my dad and accepted his role in my life. He is the man who my sister and all his friends (none to date I trust) call Bumpsy. I could never call him that. I called him dad because that is who I wanted him too always be. It was not to the age of 41 that I realized what a father was. That is when I began a relationship with my first-born son. His presence forced me to be a father figure. It was not hard, I just told him the truth, good, bad and or neutral. At the age of 49 I am finally confident enough to be a good father. I am also smart enough not to try to make up for my prior shortcomings as a father in the past. I am here for my children now. I don’t baby them and I do not,...

Life Style
November 21, 2023

Cell phones and the Internet

The internet and cell phones are impacting relationships significantly. When I was growing up, five of us shared one house phone. I knew everyone who called for my sisters, mother, and stepdad. There was no expectation to return a call within a specific time frame. If I wanted to talk to a girl, I had to call her home and ask her parents for permission. This often involved the inevitable question, “who is this?” If I had a less-than-stellar reputation, her parents would either bar me from speaking to their child or interrogate her to ensure our relationship was platonic. This process instilled in me a deep respect for both adults and peers. Building relationships during that era was challenging without parents being aware. Many friends, both boys and girls, were only conversational companions during school hours. However, it was rare to encounter them outside of the school setting. The kids I associated with were known to their parents, and even today, those parents inquire about me, demonstrating the lasting impact of that indirect monitoring through the house phone. This system helped keep children in check, discouraging negative influences and fostering a sense of respect. For young people who have,...

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April 25, 2024

My circle, The power of the Mat!

As I stood on the mat, rooted yet weightless amidst the palpable energy, my mind embarked on a journey. Nine men, all of color on this particular day, were poised to enter tranquility alongside me. I am both a student and a teacher of yoga, still navigating the novice levels, yet to some in the group, I appeared as an expert. Our class unfolds in segments, each spanning 10-15 minutes, with every yogi taking their turn to lead. Each individual possesses a unique profundity that imbues the room with a radiant energy that inspires. As I awaited my turn, I glanced around the room, struck by the remarkable men surrounding me. Three were newly acquainted, their introductions exuding an aura that instantly captured my attention. One regards me as a mentor, young enough to be my son. Two others have been constants in my life for nearly three decades. And then there’s the man I fondly call “the tree,” a figure whispered about in mutual circles for over a decade, whose recent collaboration with me brought immense joy. In that moment, I was in awe, elevated by the sheer magnificence of the company I kept. Taking a deep breath, I,...

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