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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

- Uncategorized
- May 29, 2024
Avoidence

Avoidance was the primary reason for my mediocre performance during my college and early adult years. I was a master,...
- Life Style
- October 15, 2023
Perception Shift

Perception Shift I was having quite a day! Allow me to elaborate. On my way to North Carolina to visit,...

- Life Style
- August 30, 2024
Men Matter
Struggle
- January 30, 2023

Uncategorized

June 26, 2025

Remembering my friend

Thank you. I know I never said that to you when I had the…

Avoidence

Avoidance was the primary reason for my mediocre performance during my college and early…

Promise- introduction

This book emerges from the depths of a broken man’s soul. While I am…

Failure vs. Quitting!

Do we often quit what we start? Do we fail more than we quit?…

Graduation 🧑‍🎓

This weekend, I had the honor of attending my niece’s graduation from Coastal Carolina…

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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
January 13, 2023

Strike

Do you bowl? I do and it has been a blessing to start bowling again. I bowled here and there with my mother when I was a child. She was an avid bowler and bowled since I could remember. When I was a young man, she gave me her bowling ball. So, I used it every time I went bowling. My mother and I have had a rocky relationship since I was a teenager. I know she loved me and did the best she could with what she had. However, I always expected and wanted more until I did my own reflecting. Several years ago, I lost that bowling ball and not too long after it destroyed my mother and I’s relationship. I did that often so I did not have to face my fears of being hurt again. When I was writing my book, I called my mother crying and she was there for me like she always had been. We think differently, we love differently, and still, I love the hell out of her. I have realized through our relationship that the best love is the free love. Not free in cost but free in the open sense. ,...

Books, Fashion, Life Style, Life Style, Uncategorized
January 8, 2025

Lost and Found: A Wallet, A Cop, and A Lesson in Kindness

It was a typical December Monday night, and my younger cousin and I had decided to catch Taka at the Parkade Movie Theater in Manchester, Connecticut. The film was incredible—AI has gotten so good, I half expected Simba to leap off the screen and grab my popcorn. Speaking of popcorn, I devoured two large bags (yes, two) and chased them down with water I smuggled in like a seasoned pro. I’m sorry, but I’m not paying $5 for a bottle of water worth a quarter. The movie ended, and we made our way to the car. That’s when I realized something was off—my wallet wasn’t in my pocket. Panic set in. We rushed back inside, retraced every step, and even dove headfirst into the garbage cans like we were on a scavenger hunt for the world’s most important treasure. The theater staff were helpful, but no luck. I was convinced someone had found the wallet, pocketed the cash, and dumped the rest. My cousin and I scoured the parking lot with our phone flashlights, peeking into every crevice, garbage can, and even the dumpster. Nothing. I resigned myself to the headache of canceling credit cards, replacing my boating license, and,...

Life Style
March 19, 2023

Back Yard Buddy

When my family moved to Greenwich CT in 1983, it was a culture shock to me. My entire life I had been called a white boy and now, for the first time, I wasn’t. In this new environment, I was vividly different. It wasn’t just the color of my skin. It was the core values that I was brought up with. In my opinion, I was raised to be tough outside of my home and submissive and obedient inside. I was trained to live a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde life. In Mount Vernon and the Bronx, NY, this lifestyle was accepted as normal because most of the kids I knew had similar expectations in and outside of their homes. Where I was coming from it was normal to see one of your friends get beaten in public. Greenwich was different, I mean REALLY different. For the first time in my life I saw kids talk back to their parents. They listened in school. However, they took their frustrations out on their parents. This was not true for everyone. However I had never seen a kid talk back to their parents when I moved to Greenwich. I mean I saw,...

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,...

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

Avoidence

Perception Shift

Men Matter

Struggle

Men healing – Round 2

Shades of a Man (Podcast)

Growth takes time!

Men’s deserve to heal

50 years deep!

Remembering my friend

Avoidence

Promise- introduction

Failure vs. Quitting!

Graduation 🧑‍🎓

The Plastic Spoon!

Strike

Lost and Found: A Wallet, A Cop, and A Lesson in Kindness

Back Yard Buddy

Bumpsy

Men healing – Round 2

Shades of a Man (Podcast)

Growth takes time!

Men’s deserve to heal