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June 26, 2025

Independent Thinker

I was born into a left family, surrounded by the Democratic Party. Without truly…

Rainbows and Dodge Charger

As I ventured out into the rain, an walk I hadn’t initially wanted to…

Growing old with Hip Hop

I wrote this piece back in 2013, and in light of hip hop’s 50th…

Bathroom Trophies!!

While my wife and I were designing our new home, I stumbled upon my…

Small Town

Hot topic today is the Jason Aldean’s song “try that in a small town”.…

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Life Style
December 11, 2023

Just another night in Vegas at the roulette table—talking, laughing, and enjoying the company of people from various places. Although I wasn’t hitting jackpot-sized wins, I was doing well. A group of men, dressed in jeans, boots, and cowboy hats, joined our game, seemingly in town for the Nations Rodeo finals. Despite my urban appearance, my love for country music and lifestyle is genuine. As they boisterously joined, the once-relaxed vibe at the table became awkward. Playing odd/even and red/black, one of them loudly declared, “Let’s go black!” followed by a questionable remark about “black numbers matter,” eliciting uncomfortable silence. I chose not to escalate the situation; after all, I wasn’t in Vegas for conflict. The table remained quiet until they left. I refused to let the incident ruin my night, choosing to focus on the positive. Reflecting the next morning, it struck me how rare it is for me to be offended by racial comments. While I’ve not supported movements like BLM, I found these men’s remarks out of line. It made me realize the prevalence of hate in the world. Acknowledging my own past lapses in sensitivity, I hope this experience prompts greater awareness of my words. We,...

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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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April 25, 2025

Men’s deserve to heal

It was a cold, rainy Saturday morning, and my schedule was already stacked. But I agreed to squeeze in a men’s group session—not because I had the time, but because my brother Kevin wanted to be there. Sometimes that’s all the motivation you need: a brother asking you to show up. And when a man asks you to stand beside him in his healing, you don’t think twice—you show up. I figured I’d walk in 30 minutes late and slide quietly into a seat while the session was in full swing. But to my surprise, the session hadn’t even started. The brothers were just sitting around, talking, laughing, vibing. It wasn’t formal, but the energy in the room was sacred. I walked in, shook every hand in the circle. Kevin, Keith—men I’d met before on a previous retreat—were already posted. Each handshake I exchanged carried this silent power… it wasn’t just grip and release. It was firm. Gentle. Restorative. Each one felt like, “I see you, bro. And I’m glad you made it.” The purpose of the gathering was simple: Men. Healing. Together. That’s it. No performance. No pretending. Just honesty and the presence of God. God was there. I,...

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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,...

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September 9, 2024

Step Up Your Game, Coach: Leading by Example

Years ago, I had the privilege of coaching and serving as the Director of Athletics at a high school in Hartford, CT. Man, I loved the job, but let’s be real: I didn’t love every part of it. Being a coach isn’t just about calling plays or running drills; it’s about showing up, day in and day out, as the best version of yourself. As a coach, I tried to lead by example. I showed my players how to act—I didn’t just tell them. I hit the gym daily, I watched what I ate, especially when I was in front of my athletes. I tried to be the coach I wish I had when I was growing up. But when I looked around at some of my peers, it was a different story. A lot of coaches were eating fast food on the go, skipping workouts, and acting more like the kids they were supposed to be leading than actual role models. If you’re reading this as a coach, you might get offended, but that’s a you problem. It’s time to step up your game. Why Being in Shape Matters as a Coach Let’s talk facts: if you’re coaching but,...

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

Public Schools

Hated or loved no in between

Perception Shift

2023 will be great because…

Men healing – Round 2

Shades of a Man (Podcast)

Growth takes time!

Men’s deserve to heal

50 years deep!

Independent Thinker

Rainbows and Dodge Charger

Growing old with Hip Hop

Bathroom Trophies!!

Small Town

BLACK numbers MATTER!

GITTY

Men’s deserve to heal

Court house

Step Up Your Game, Coach: Leading by Example

Men healing – Round 2

Shades of a Man (Podcast)

Growth takes time!

Men’s deserve to heal