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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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- August 5, 2024
Imagine this!!!!

Last week, I posted a picture that unfortunately contained misinformation. My intention was to present a challenging question, not to,...
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- April 10, 2025
50 years deep!

I was driving Uber the other day, heading from Avon down to Foxwoods Casino. Long ride, but it was a,...

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- February 26, 2023
4th Street Projects: 5H
Demonic Cupid
- October 12, 2024

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June 26, 2025

Strong men can be loving too!

The Strength in Being Tender Today, I overheard a man telling a young boy…

Breaking Free from Mental Chains: A Reflection on Racism, White Supremacy, and Personal Accountability

One of my favorite quotes is, “I’m not a prisoner of my past.” I’ve…

Marriage Retreat

In celebration of my wife and I’s one-year anniversary, we met an inspiring couple…

Demonic Cupid

Her contact was felt with friction Sandpaper rubbing my chest Scraping off my dead…

Showing up for???

There’s something I’ve been reflecting on deeply this week—showing up. Whether it’s in the…

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May 8, 2023

About a decade ago while visiting my older sister in Greenwich Ct, I took her daughter to the basketball court that I grew up playing at. In my opinion from 1989-1993 that was my court. I did not own the court, however I was the baller that you had to earn respect from. The court and area was so different. It was much nicer. It had nice clear backboards and break away rims. It also had two hoops and not four like the Ham ave court I grew up playing on. It was nice to shoot on the new court however I could not keep the visions of the old court and moments that took place there. I mean from games such as butts up, stick ball, kickball, basketball, football, and tag to the after school fights. Not to mention riding bikes down the steps and skateboarding. Ham ave was my home away from home. It was not only the place where I went to elementary school, it was the place where I groomed my basketball game and the place where I met my older son’s mother. When I was in fifth grade Ham ave was the all in one,...

Life Style
January 13, 2023

Bumpsy

Bumpsy, that is his name. Who is that? The man who showed me everything in life that I shouldn’t be, yet I wanted to become. The man who hurt me over and over again. The man who my sisters called Bumpsy. Bumpsy is/was my father. In the Winter of 2021, I forgave my dad and accepted his role in my life. He is the man who my sister and all his friends (none to date I trust) call Bumpsy. I could never call him that. I called him dad because that is who I wanted him too always be. It was not to the age of 41 that I realized what a father was. That is when I began a relationship with my first-born son. His presence forced me to be a father figure. It was not hard, I just told him the truth, good, bad and or neutral. At the age of 49 I am finally confident enough to be a good father. I am also smart enough not to try to make up for my prior shortcomings as a father in the past. I am here for my children now. I don’t baby them and I do not,...

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June 24, 2024

Empowerment in Vermont: My Transformative Weekend with 25 Powerful Men of Color

Have you ever been surrounded by 20 or more men who made you feel empowered and valuable? I have! This past weekend, I attended a men’s wellness retreat in Vermont with 25 powerful men of color. The ages and stories were amazing, tragic, resilient, and worthy of absorbing. There were multiple moments during this retreat where I encountered joy so overwhelming it brought tears of happiness to my cheeks. Every person I spoke to was as clear as my aunt’s glass windows. There were no signs of masks or hidden agendas. I am not exaggerating when I say everyone I encountered was fully open and engaged. As a man of color, it is unfortunate that we do not feel this way among each other more frequently. If I could use a word to describe what every man felt around each other, I would use “safe” or “secure.” The goal of this weekend getaway was to rest, recover, and be our true selves. What was expected and what took place were totally different. I watched men open up about what they were going through and how they were dealing with it. The masks of everyday life were removed. It was group,...

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June 26, 2025

Men healing – Round 2

After last year’s unforgettable experience in Vermont for the first-ever Men’s Health Retreat, I knew this second gathering would be something special. But what I didn’t anticipate was how much deeper it would take root in my soil and fertilize my curious seed, not only as an attendee, but this time, as a facilitator of a workshop. This year, I didn’t just come to participate. I came to pour in — leading a workshop and offering restorative healing Manhood Yoga to a room full of powerful men of color. These weren’t just strangers. These were familiar faces and new souls alike, brothers who greet with hugs, dap, and that shared understanding. That kind of quiet knowing that only comes when you’ve been through some things and grown because of it. The energy hits different when you walk into a space and see men you’re proud to stand beside. As I scanned the room, I smiled, because some of these incredible men will soon be guests on my podcast, Shades of a Man. That’s legacy in motion. That’s what happens when iron sharpens iron. One of the moments that filled me the most was reconnecting with Malik Champlain a leader and,...

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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,...

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