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- February 21, 2024
Silver Spoon!

In the realm of societal unbalance, there exists a phrase that reverberates with both envy and disdain: “born with a,...
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- August 6, 2023
Bathroom Trophies!!

While my wife and I were designing our new home, I stumbled upon my collection of awards, degrees, and certifications.,...

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- December 26, 2023
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June 26, 2025

Family (The kitchen table)

Listening to my grandfather’s captivating stories, I found myself yearning to experience the vivid…

FORKS

We all have heard the expression by Yogi Berra “when you come to a…

Men Matter

Growing up to this day I am faced with one consistent question. What is…

I Wanna be (poem)

I wanna be I wanna be beyond the stars Floating on life Listening to…

Mr. K

This blog is a great follow up to Ham Ave. When I first moved…

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Books
February 6, 2024

I know all about being born with a plastic spoon. A plastic spoon might be found in the trash because it’s meant for one-time use only. Being born with a plastic spoon means one starts life at the bottom. One may have hard working parents who serve as good role models and provide what’s needed. However, when they pass away, they may not leave behind much except debt. Saying I was born with a plastic spoon isn’t a knock on my parents; it’s just the truth. I was born poor, with parents who were socially and economically uneducated. The likelihood of me graduating from college and earning a degree was extremely low. Yet, I earned a master’s degree and beyond, defining what hard work and determination are. My plastic spoon was fortunately handed to me in the 70s, before cell phones and computers became common items. I didn’t even realize I was poor or different until I moved to Greenwich, CT, from the Bronx in 5th grade. Being light-skinned in Mount Vernon and the Bronx, NY, led to me being called a ‘white boy.’ There was no such judgment when I moved to Greenwich; I was clearly black and clearly,...

Life Style
March 5, 2024

Childhood lost

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,,...

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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 3, 2024

Remembering my friend

Thank you. I know I never said that to you when I had the chance. Thank you for being my first friend after I moved to Connecticut. Who would have thought you would live the life you lived back in 1982 on your 13th birthday? Our friendship wasn’t separated by hard feelings. You moved away, and we both moved forward with life. I was taken back when your sister sent me this photo and told me you were gone. I was trying to recall the last time we saw each other. My guess would be over 35 years. Still and all, I remembered how you helped me transition from New York to Greenwich. It was the most difficult transition of my childhood. You were one of my few friends who ever met my father, and it was around this time my father and mother separated. You were there for me during that time, keeping me busy with boy stuff—bike riding, sports, and, of course, MTV videos. We had so much in common, the older brother of two sisters, and now we both shared the responsibility of being the man of the house. Both of us then had to adjust to,...

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February 1, 2024

The symbolic meaning of Spoons

What’s Your Symbolic Spoon? 🥄 Spoons as Symbols in Life 🥄 Pause for a moment and ponder: What do spoons symbolize to you? To me, a spoon is more than just a utensil—it’s a vessel that cradles the most elusive of elements, liquids. In this captivating four-part series, we’re diving deep into the metaphorical world of spoons to explore their symbolism in our lives. Forget the practical uses; we’re delving into what spoons represent in the context of families. Intrigued? Join us on this thought-provoking journey! Blog 2: “The Plastic Spoon: Navigating Life in the Poor Class” 💔 Life with a Plastic Spoon 💔 Embark with us on a poignant exploration of the first spoon in our series: the plastic spoon. Symbolizing the challenges faced by the poor class, this blog unpacks the effects of being born into a family wielding a plastic spoon. From economic hardships to resilience, we’ll delve into the unique experiences that shape lives. Brace yourself for an eye-opening revelation as we navigate the complexities of life in the shadows of financial struggle. Blog 3: “The Wooden Spoon: Navigating the Terrain of the Middle Class” 🌳 Life with a Wooden Spoon 🌳 In the heart of,...

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

Silver Spoon!

Bathroom Trophies!!

90439

LUST

Men healing – Round 2

Shades of a Man (Podcast)

Growth takes time!

Men’s deserve to heal

50 years deep!

Family (The kitchen table)

FORKS

Men Matter

I Wanna be (poem)

Mr. K

The Plastic Spoon!

Childhood lost

GITTY

Remembering my friend

The symbolic meaning of Spoons

Men healing – Round 2

Shades of a Man (Podcast)

Growth takes time!

Men’s deserve to heal