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June 26, 2025

Men healing – Round 2

After last year’s unforgettable experience in Vermont for the first-ever Men’s Health Retreat, I…

Shades of a Man (Podcast)

For those who’ve been following my journey, reading my blogs, sharing my words, reflecting…

Growth takes time!

I wasn’t always the man I am today. In fact, for a long time,…

Men’s deserve to heal

It was a cold, rainy Saturday morning, and my schedule was already stacked. But…

50 years deep!

I was driving Uber the other day, heading from Avon down to Foxwoods Casino.…

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Life Style
September 3, 2023

Building a 1000 square foot home with standard bricks typically requires around 7000 bricks. Each brick must be carefully laid, as any mistake can set off a domino effect, possibly leading to the structure’s collapse. I have fond memories of watching my Aunt’s brick home being constructed in the late 1970s. There were pallets of bricks all around, and each day showed significant progress. Although I had to leave before completion, when I returned the following summer, the house stood solid and welcoming. To me, the phrase “brick by brick” symbolizes the step-by-step approach, often involving manual labor. In life, many seek shortcuts or hacks to achieve their goals, but true accomplishments require embracing the process. Some may even pay for shortcuts, like buying a license in a trade or skill. My Aunt purchased a driver’s license but couldn’t drive, illustrating that shortcuts don’t grant true abilities. She had to learn to drive, just as I did. I distinctly remember learning to drive from my grandfather at a young age. Starting with a riding lawnmower at age 6, I gradually gained experience until I could smoothly shift gears in a manual car by age 14. Despite these skills, I couldn’t,...

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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 15, 2024

The little loud ROCK 🪨

While in Vermont, my friend Alexx and I were driving up a gravel road toward our lodging.. The tranquility of the late afternoon view was abruptly interrupted when a high-pitched, agonizing screech emanated from our car. Almost instinctively, we knew something was wrong with the brakes. The car became increasingly annoying with the unsettling noise growing louder, we had no choice but to pull over and investigate. It was around 5 pm on a Friday evening, and the likelihood of finding a mechanic available at this hour was slim. We passed by a small auto repair shop that looked like it was closing for the day. Desperate, we decided to stop and ask for help. The shop’s employees, two white men who were clearly preparing to lock up, listened attentively as we explained our predicament. Despite the late hour and their apparent readiness to go home, these men did not hesitate. They could have easily turned us away, citing their closing time. Instead, they offered to take a look at our car. Their kindness and willingness to assist us were unexpected and helpful. The mechanics quickly got to work, first jacking up the car and then removing the tire to,...

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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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February 26, 2025

Court house

Walking into the courthouse in 2025 took me way back, way back to a time when my name echoed in these halls too often, when court dates were as routine as paydays, and I was always waiting on a verdict that never truly freed me. I could still feel the weight of those years pressing against my chest like a judge’s gavel slamming down on a fate I couldn’t control. Outside, the familiar sight of hurried last drags on cigarettes painted the same picture of desperation I once knew too well. The nicotine-filled exhales mixed with the cold morning air, swirling like the uncertainty in the eyes of the people waiting to step inside. Some of them laughed, not because life was funny, but because pain sometimes only has two options—tears or laughter. Others sat still, haunted by the unknown, their hands fidgeting with paper summonses or last-minute phone calls to people who couldn’t save them from what was coming. Stepping inside was like stepping into a time capsule. The same metal detectors, the same empty-your-pockets routine, the same worn-out carpets that had soaked up too many broken stories. The air carried a scent you could never quite wash off—a,...

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

PLAN A

Growing old with Hip Hop

Imagine this!!!!

Promise- introduction

Men healing – Round 2

Shades of a Man (Podcast)

Growth takes time!

Men’s deserve to heal

50 years deep!

Men healing – Round 2

Shades of a Man (Podcast)

Growth takes time!

Men’s deserve to heal

50 years deep!

BRICK by BRICK

GITTY

The little loud ROCK 🪨

Public Schools

Court house

Men healing – Round 2

Shades of a Man (Podcast)

Growth takes time!

Men’s deserve to heal