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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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- July 31, 2023
Small Town

Hot topic today is the Jason Aldean’s song “try that in a small town”. When I first heard the song,...
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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,...

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- July 2, 2023
Leaders going bad!
The symbolic meaning of Spoons
- February 1, 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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March 27, 2023

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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December 26, 2023

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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,...

Books, Fashion, Life Style, Life Style, Photograph
May 30, 2025

Shades of a Man (Podcast)

For those who’ve been following my journey, reading my blogs, sharing my words, reflecting with me—I want to say thank you. Your presence matters. Your support matters. But lately, I know you’ve noticed: I haven’t been blogging every week like I used to. That’s not because I stopped growing, or because I’ve run out of things to say. Quite the opposite. I’ve been doing deep work. I’ve been working on myself—the man I am and the man I’m becoming. Spiritually. Emotionally. Physically. I’ve been facing the mirror not just to look, but to see. And in that seeing, I’ve been peeling back layers… confronting old habits, past wounds, and truths I once ran from. I’ve been working on being a better father. A better friend. A better man of God. Not perfect—but present. At the same time, I’ve been working on something that’s lived inside me since I was a kid. Shades of a Man. It’s my poetry. It’s my story. It’s my shadow and my sunlight. I started writing when I was eight years old. Back then, it was just a way to cope, to create, to breathe. Now, it’s become something greater. A reflection of every chapter—young boy,,...

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April 23, 2023

DUSTY!

I was raised around dogs my entire life. I also was afraid of all dogs except for the ones that lived in my home. This fear was justified by the many bad experiences that I had with a number of different dogs both big and small. I have been chased, bitten and had my food taken from my plate and even right out of my hand. Even though all these awful things happened to me as a child I still love dogs. To me, dogs are like people. They are all different! My first and favorite dog was Puggi. I would be lying if I told you I knew what type of dog he was. I believe he was a mutt. Puggi was my grandfather’s dog and he was super friendly and protective at the same time. We were living in Mount Vernon NY. I felt like there were dogs everywhere and I do not recall too many people walking their dogs with leashes. Most dogs were tied up in the backyard on a long leash, fenced in the yard, or just left loose to roam the neighborhood. The first kind of dog I had a fear of were German,...

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October 29, 2024

Strong men can be loving too!

The Strength in Being Tender Today, I overheard a man telling a young boy that he was “too tender” with a girl, like tenderness was something to be ashamed of, something weak. I couldn’t shake it, because I’ve lived that same lie. I’ve carried it, embraced it, and paid for it in ways that still haunt me. As a young boy, I was taught—by my uncle’s, my cousin’s, and the culture around me—that being a man meant having many women. Being a player was the goal, the badge of honor. To have one woman? To be tender with her? That was for the soft-hearted, the weak. And I let that false idea shape me, lead me, guide my choices—until those choices shaped my life, and not in the way I imagined. I think back to my high school love. I was all in. My heart only wanted her—my girl, my wife. That was the dream, the vision I had. But my mind, twisted by the lies I was fed, convinced me otherwise. I walked away from something real to chase an illusion, to be free for women who never showed up. And the one who did? She wasn’t the one.,...

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

Small Town

LUST

Leaders going bad!

The symbolic meaning of Spoons

Men healing – Round 2

Shades of a Man (Podcast)

Growth takes time!

Men’s deserve to heal

50 years deep!

Strong men can be loving too!

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

Marriage Retreat

Demonic Cupid

Showing up for???

Half a Mint

90439

Shades of a Man (Podcast)

DUSTY!

Strong men can be loving too!

Men healing – Round 2

Shades of a Man (Podcast)

Growth takes time!

Men’s deserve to heal