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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
- April 25, 2025

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- May 25, 2024
Promise- introduction

This book emerges from the depths of a broken man’s soul. While I am still a “WORK IN PROGRESS,” each,...
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- March 31, 2025
Letting go

For decades, I walked around carrying extra weight on my shoulders. This weight was added day by day. I became,...

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- December 26, 2023
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Life’s road map!
- March 18, 2024

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June 26, 2025

Silver Spoon!

In the realm of societal unbalance, there exists a phrase that reverberates with both…

Wooden Spoon

The humble wooden spoon, a utensil often underestimated yet possessing remarkable longevity if cared…

The Plastic Spoon!

I know all about being born with a plastic spoon. A plastic spoon might…

The symbolic meaning of Spoons

What’s Your Symbolic Spoon? 🥄 Spoons as Symbols in Life 🥄 Pause for a…

Failed Starts

The notion of New Year, Monday, next month, or after my birthday often serves…

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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,,...

Life Style
March 19, 2023

Back Yard Buddy

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,...

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May 14, 2025

Growth takes time!

I wasn’t always the man I am today. In fact, for a long time, I was the exact opposite of who I said I wanted to become. I was a college basketball player who quit—more than once. I was the student who rarely showed up to class. I was a man who ran toward lust and away from anything that looked like a real relationship. I had children in situations I shouldn’t have been in, continuing the broken family cycles I came from instead of breaking them. And despite knowing I was called for something greater, I ran from God—again and again—even when I saw progress, even when I felt that gentle tug on my heart. I’ve hit rock bottom so many times, I lost count. But one day, I made a promise. A simple one: I would never get arrested again. And while life had its own sense of humor and I was later arrested for something as ridiculous as not walking my dog on a leash—yes, that happened—I didn’t quit on myself. Because the promise wasn’t really about avoiding arrest. The promise was about showing up every day to be better than I was the day before. It,...

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January 30, 2023

Struggle

I owe 100% of my success to the struggle. Stop and think about everything you have. How did you achieve it? Was it easy? In my case nothing I have came instant or without suffering in some manners. Many of my nightmares I truly lived. Were the experiences fun? HELL to the NO. However, they built everything I am standing on today. Everytime I hit a wall, which is often, I look at the obstacles I have overcome thus far and without hesitation I continue to move forward and up. Remember forward and up requires work. Going down hill is easy. Gravity will assist you. Add some wheels and you will be at the bottom quick! I was listening to an Ed Mylet Podcast the other day and his guess was Tony Robbins. He said something that hit me like a migraine on a court day. He referred to the economic times we are currently going through as the winter. He went on to talk about how people ski, snowboard and ice skate in the winter while others just stay in, afraid and live in fear. I was like damn! That was me. I never,...

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April 11, 2024

Dear love, I am afraid (book)

Imagine an open wound in the deepest part of your heart, without ever healing a dull rusty razor blade pushed upward into the raw scar tissue. On occasion salt is sprinkled all over this organ like a southern meal. Then it is wrapped tightly in a cast as if it were a broken arm. Puss and fluid drip slowly and consistently. That heart is inside the king of the jungle, A LION with the mindset of an eagle and the saveness of a fox. Severely wounded and left in the wilderness to survive. DEAR LOVE, I AM AFRAID

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

Men healing – Round 2

Shades of a Man (Podcast)

Growth takes time!

Men’s deserve to heal

Promise- introduction

Letting go

90439

Life’s road map!

Men healing – Round 2

Shades of a Man (Podcast)

Growth takes time!

Men’s deserve to heal

50 years deep!

Silver Spoon!

Wooden Spoon

The Plastic Spoon!

The symbolic meaning of Spoons

Failed Starts

Childhood lost

Back Yard Buddy

Growth takes time!

Struggle

Dear love, I am afraid (book)

Men healing – Round 2

Shades of a Man (Podcast)

Growth takes time!

Men’s deserve to heal