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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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Remembering my friend

Thank you. I know I never said that to you when I had the chance. Thank you for being my,...
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- September 3, 2023
BRICK by BRICK

Building a 1000 square foot home with standard bricks typically requires around 7000 bricks. Each brick must be carefully laid,,...

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June 26, 2025

Shut down 2020

Shut down Speeding through life Abruptly breaking Restaurants closed Delivery trucks full Schools closed…

Prime Time

Winners always stand out, and we gravitate towards them for a myriad of personal…

We are Divided

It’s that time again. The election is around the corner! Let me start by…

Tainted lens

Tainted lens The eyes Only see What a blind man can not Virtually Fantasy…

BRICK by BRICK

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December 26, 2023

Born in Yonkers, New York, in the 1970s, I’ve always seen myself as a New Yorker. Besides attending Yankees or Knicks games, I rarely visit unless it’s for a family engagement or a funeral, as I now live in Connecticut. My childhood experiences in New York were anything but boring, except when I was being punished or at church. Additionally, I witnessed numerous illegal behaviors considered normal in my hometown. It wasn’t until I moved to Connecticut that I realized fighting wasn’t acceptable. I was taught never to let anyone bully or put their hands on me, and surprisingly, I rarely got into trouble for fighting in or out of school in New York—only a swat with a yardstick in school, which just stung briefly. However, adjusting to life in Connecticut proved challenging for me as a kid and teen. I seemed to always be in trouble. North Carolina became my sanctuary, where I forged lasting friendships from my youth. Each visit fills me with emotional memories. In North Carolina, I learned various skills like riding a motorcycle, landscaping, gardening, driving a manual car, handling and shooting rifles, playing basketball, and swimming. It provided an overwhelmingly positive experience for me,...

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January 27, 2025

Birthday wish #52

A few weeks ago I proudly made it to age 52. Birthdays have always been a reflective time for me, a moment to pause and take stock of where I’ve been, where I am, and where I’m heading. At 52 years old, my birthday wishes no longer resemble the ones I made as a child or even as a young man. The things I used to dream about seem like echoes of a different person—a person who didn’t yet understand the weight and beauty of self-discovery. Now, my wishes have evolved into something deeper, something more profound: I wish for me to be the best version of myself. When I was a kid, my birthday wishes were simple and sweet. I’d blow out the candles on my cake, grinning from ear to ear, and hope for the latest toys that caught my eye. Action figures, bikes, and the like were treasures that lit up my world. Life was about adventure back then, about the joy of play and the endless possibilities of what could be. My young self couldn’t have imagined the complexities and challenges that adulthood would bring, but that innocence was its own kind of magic. As I,...

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October 22, 2023

LUST

Lust She makes my heart beat Sounds of Africa Drums When ivory faces Sailed a shore of the motherland Her cotton fabrics Elaborates her pear shape As I walk closer to her Aroma: is sweet and low Citrus fruits, sprinkled with splenda When she speaks She is a symphony of trumpets and violins’ I look into her eyes And I see my future My sons, daughter, my grandchildren My home and my grey hair Then she passes me by BYE!!! She was just A Dream Deferred By Wakime Sharri Hauser

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August 30, 2024

Men Matter

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 father’s 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,...

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May 29, 2023

I Wanna be (poem)

I wanna be I wanna be beyond the stars Floating on life Listening to my grandfather I wanna be sitting on white sands Sipping on a margarita In the company of a queen I wanna be in heaven Reconnecting with my lost loves Embracing there souls I wanna be lost in love Loyal husband and father Giving my best to my family I wanna to be the president Committed to the democracy Working for the people I wanna be young Following the guide of the lectures Not learning always from experience I wanna be rich Not with the root of evil But with knowledge and understanding I wanna be the best I could be Not noticed as potential I man who achieves I wanna be a shadow Seen in the dark Hiding in the light I wanna be I wanna be Those things we can’t see By Wakime Sharri Hauser

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

Remembering my friend