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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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- May 8, 2023
HAM AVE

About a decade ago while visiting my older sister in Greenwich Ct, I took her daughter to the basketball court,...
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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,...

- Books, Life Style
- August 21, 2024
We know what to do, We just don’t do it
🩸 vs 💦
- October 8, 2023

Wooden Spoon

The humble wooden spoon, a utensil often underestimated yet possessing remarkable longevity if cared…

The Plastic Spoon!

I know all about being born with a plastic spoon. A plastic spoon might…

The symbolic meaning of Spoons

What’s Your Symbolic Spoon? 🥄 Spoons as Symbols in Life 🥄 Pause for a…

Failed Starts

The notion of New Year, Monday, next month, or after my birthday often serves…

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February 26, 2023

5 H was the place! It was my favorite place to be for many reasons. Mainly because it was pretty much the meeting place for all my cousins. It also was the place where my grandmother lived Mount Vernon was the City, New York was the State, and the 4th street projects was the domain. I felt the safest at my grandmother’s house in the projects. I lived in many places in my life with low crime. Although the projects could be dangerous, I felt safe at all times. I attribute that to my grandmother. I had many fights, but everyday life prepared me for those fights, so they were rarely faced with fear. I mean I fought because I was afraid, but I didn’t fear fighting. I feared being hurt. I feared my Parents, Grandparents, Aunts and Uncles, NOT my peers. I didn’t like fighting and I believe I cried during every fight I ever had! My grandmother was the nicest, meanest woman you ever could meet. Her nickname was “mad dog”. It is common for everyone in the projects to have a nickname and mad dog fit her perfectly. She was sweet until you provoked her. Then Lucifer,...

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February 6, 2023

The luck of the Irish ☘️ or NOT 3/17/1998

On Saint Patrick’s day of 1998, my first born son was born. At least that is what I THOUGHT. During labor, I was kicked out of the room because I was watching the Georgetown Hoyas Basketball game the night prior when my son’s mother began to have contractions. It was the NIT and they lost to Georgia Tech, I believe. I was given the gift of a healthy baby boy. I cried for two reasons: 1) I was a father 2) I was scared to death. I had started a full time job 3 months prior and was dealing with a paternity case at the same time, as If that was not enough. I was out of control mentally and, in my opinion, my son’s mother was not much better. Before he was even born, the arguments were out of control and I was headed for a domestic case. That eventually happened and to be honest, I could and should have been arrested more times than I was. I was too weak to leave and had such a large ego that I couldn’t allow someone to disrespect me. I do not know how I survived this relationship without doing some,...

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November 14, 2023

Hard work PAYS off

Have you ever experienced disappointment after putting in hard work to achieve something? Have you found yourself wishing you hadn’t taken on a challenging task, only to push through and complete it? I believe that people often feel regret for missed opportunities and chances when they fail to put in the necessary effort. Regret can become a habitual response, fostering a victim mentality that hinders personal accountability. I consider myself fortunate to have had individuals in my life who pushed me when I resisted, offering honest feedback that, though uncomfortable at the time, proved invaluable. While I initially resented their high expectations, I later realized that those who merely sympathized with my struggles never contributed to my personal growth. They were merely comforting friends, akin to temporary fixes like drugs, alcohol, or fast food. Despite the momentary relief they provided, the underlying reality remained unchanged. Consequently, such individuals are no longer central to my life, and if they are, I refrain from seeking their advice or assistance. Life is undeniably challenging, especially when we opt to avoid the hard work required to attain our goals. What does it mean to truly work for something? I pose this question because many,...

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March 18, 2024

Life’s road map!

If you’re under 35, chances are you’ve never had to unfold a map to chart your course on a road trip or relied on verbal directions from a friend. Instead, you’ve likely been fortunate enough to have GPS at your fingertips. But does this modern convenience truly make our journeys easier, or does it rob us of the valuable lessons learned through getting lost? I remember the days of navigating across states armed only with a map and sheer determination. Yes, I got lost countless times, like that memorable trip with my friend Mike back in the early ’90s. We ended up heading in the wrong direction for hours before a kind stranger set us straight. What should have been a six-hour journey turned into a 12-hour odyssey, but looking back, it’s an experience that bonded us for life. Reflecting on my life’s journey, I see parallels with the roads I’ve traveled. Each trip, whether literal or metaphorical, has taught me valuable lessons along the way. Just as my grandfather guided me through those early driving lessons, so too do parents try to steer their children through life’s twists and turns, knowing full well that they can’t control every outcome.,...

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February 27, 2024

The Prize 🏆

In the realm of childhood memories, few things evoke nostalgia quite like the thrill of discovering a prize hiding within a cereal box. As a youngster, I vividly recall eagerly shaking boxes, trying to be the first to claim the mysterious toy or sticker hidden within. It wasn’t just about the prize itself; it was about the anticipation, being the winner and the sheer joy of the unexpected. Reflecting on these experiences, it becomes apparent how deeply ingrained the concept of rewards and incentives is in our society. From cereal box treasures to the allure of a Happy Meal toy, we’re constantly bombarded with the promise of instant gratification. But what impact does this “prize-driven” mentality have on our lives, both then and now? We often quit before we obtain the rewards from our efforts in our lives. We want it now, not later!. Growing up surrounded by these incentives, I couldn’t help but notice their influence on my behavior and attitudes. The desire to obtain a prize often overshadowed any consideration for the product itself. It’s a pattern that extends far beyond childhood, shaping consumer habits and even personal aspirations. However, it’s essential to differentiate between earned rewards and,...

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