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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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- 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,...
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- February 12, 2024
Wooden Spoon

The humble wooden spoon, a utensil often underestimated yet possessing remarkable longevity if cared for properly. I’ve used the same,...

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June 26, 2025

Letting go

For decades, I walked around carrying extra weight on my shoulders. This weight was…

PLAN A

Plan B. What does that really mean? Does it mean you’re not fully confident…

Walnut

&lt My grandmother’s house always puts a smile on my face. It was the…

Court house

Walking into the courthouse in 2025 took me way back, way back to a…

NO Child left behind!!

A few weeks ago, I had the honor of speaking as part of Professor…

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July 30, 2024

When I was an emotional and somewhat naïve undergraduate student, I wrote a paper on police brutality and excessive force. Despite dedicating significant time to it, I received a C. At the time, I was convinced that my grade was due to the paper’s critical stance on the police, which I then viewed as a white supremacist organization that despised Black people. This sentiment was echoed by my friends, family, and relatives. I believed anyone who disagreed was racist. I avidly read Malcolm X, Nathan McCall, W.E.B. Du Bois, Marcus Garvey, Alex Haley, and Booker T. Washington. I deeply understood the historical struggles of Black Americans. Indeed, it was a struggle, and I believe that we Black Americans are living in far better conditions today compared to fifty years ago and beyond. The further back you go, the worse it gets. In 2012, I was on a college field trip with students who were beginning to explore higher education opportunities. My mentor, who was the acting president of a university, invited us to his office. He delivered a powerful speech, concluding with words that have stayed with me: “Never let your appearance or culture be the excuse you don’t reach,...

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March 27, 2023

Half a Mint

I had to be about 20, maybe 21 years old. I don’t remember the exact year or day. I believe it was the summer of 1993. I was pushing a red 1988 Mustang LX. It was the worst car I ever had. It was a candy apple red, had factory rims, and a kicker box in the back seat. I would put it in the trunk when I picked up my friends. The system sounded muffled when I did so. I had a portable CD player that I would use through the tape deck with a cassette adapter. It would skip everytime I hit a bump. I just started smoking weed on a daily basis and my dreams of being a professional basketball player shifted to becoming a rapper. I was drinking and driving, smoking and driving, living to get high, drunk and laid. Does this sound familiar to you and your post high school days? I worked at a summer camp where all of the camp counselors were doing the same. We would work all day playing and working with kids from ages 6-14, then go play ball, eat, and find a place to hang out all night partying.,...

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January 3, 2025

Uber Encounters: Episode 1, A Ride with Daniel

Driving for Uber is like being on a reality show where every episode features a new cast of characters. People from all walks of life hop into your car, each with their own stories and destinations. It’s the best part of the job, second only to the money. One of the most fascinating individuals I’ve met so far was a man named Daniel, meeting him felt like I stumbled onto an episode of Extraordinary People. The pick-up was at a typical apartment complex. I pulled into the lot and waited. A minute or two later, I spotted my passenger—a short, sharply dressed Asian man. As he walked toward my truck, it became clear that Daniel had no arms. Naturally, I rolled down my window and offered, “Hey, need a hand?” He smiled, shook his head no, and without hesitation, opened the truck door without any problems.. What happened next was a show of dexterity that had me questioning everything I knew about adaptability. He placed his bag on the seat, then slipped off his shoe. Yep, his shoe. Before I could fully process what was happening, he used his foot to reach for the door and pull it shut. Well,,...

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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,...

Life Style
November 5, 2024

Election Day!

As I pulled up to the polls at Kenney Elementary School in Manchester, Connecticut, I couldn’t help but reflect on the first time I ever voted back in 1992. I was young, born a Democrat, casting my vote for Bill Clinton without much thought. Back then, voting felt straightforward, a quick alignment with what I’d always known. But this time, over 32 years later, I felt something entirely different. I felt the weight of responsibility, yes, but also a deep questioning of the act itself—a reflection on whether voting, as it stands, truly aligns with my values. Time has taught me more about life, about this country, and about the principles that should ground our society. My experiences as a Black man, an independent thinker, and a father have reshaped how I see my place here and the responsibility I bear. Today, when I vote, I don’t do it out of habit but from a conscious sense of duty. Yet I can’t help but wonder if casting my vote is, in part, an acceptance of a system that no longer if ever seems to serve us all. It has never served people who look like me in my humble opinion.,...

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

The symbolic meaning of Spoons

Wooden Spoon

Your vote is NOT your voice!

Monkey see, monkey do!

Men healing – Round 2

Shades of a Man (Podcast)

Growth takes time!

Men’s deserve to heal

50 years deep!

Letting go

PLAN A

Walnut

Court house

NO Child left behind!!

Trust without truth

Half a Mint

Uber Encounters: Episode 1, A Ride with Daniel

The little loud ROCK 🪨

Election Day!

Men healing – Round 2

Shades of a Man (Podcast)

Growth takes time!

Men’s deserve to heal