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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

- 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,...
- Life Style
- November 21, 2023
Cell phones and the Internet

The internet and cell phones are impacting relationships significantly. When I was growing up, five of us shared one house,...

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- August 27, 2023
Independent Thinker
Showing up
- November 20, 2024

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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June 25, 2023

America is flawed Just like me It has made many unforgettable mistakes God blessed America And Forgave me for my sins America is strong Just like me This country fought to be free War after war Internally and externally As I have battled my own personal Demons And societal expectations America is weak Just like me Greed and hate penetrate its liberty As the pain of my mistakes Rains on my melon cheeks America did not choose me Nor did I choose America It was founded on evil mixed with righteousness As I was created on narcotics and holy water I love America Just like I love myself The good the bad and the indifferent This is my home Like me It will ALWAYS be a work in progress For ALL BY WAKIME SHARRI HAUSER

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October 15, 2024

Marriage Retreat

In celebration of my wife and I’s one-year anniversary, we met an inspiring couple from Chicago who were on their 38th anniversary. Sharing dinner and conversation during our vacations, we quickly formed a connection that extended beyond that trip. They later invited us to join them at a BNNA marriage retreat, and without hesitation, we accepted the opportunity. It turned out to be one of the most enriching experiences of our first year as a married couple. Along with nine other couples, we immersed ourselves in a retreat designed to strengthen and reflect on our marriages, and I even had the privilege of teaching a 45-minute workout session during the retreat. This experience reminded me of three powerful lessons I want to share in this week’s blog. First, the value of associating with people who share similar values and a desire to improve their marriage cannot be overstated. Surrounding ourselves with couples who were equally committed to growth made us realize that we weren’t alone in navigating the complexities of marriage. We all face challenges, whether it’s communication, managing expectations, or dealing with life’s everyday pressures. But when you connect with people on the same journey, you realize not only,...

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April 3, 2023

The skin I am in!

I started writing poetry over 40 years ago. This is a poem I wrote in the late 1990’s. It was a song first. I revised it after reading the novel called “The skin I’m in” by Sharon G. Flake. This is a power spoken word piece! I do not know if it has the same depth if read with out proper tone, cadence and pitch??? Let me know! Born—The skin I am in My tone Far from ebony A throwback Red bone Green eyes Not a clone Completely separated From my home On my continent Impossible Sun blazing year round Too tropical Master raping Unstoppable So I am bronze Without the topical So I served in the house Not the field Cause my mother Had that sex appeal Married was my father, well my owner But for my mothers affection he didn’t yield So maybe I learned to read and write Generations later and my skin still can’t heal This Negro Whose hero Was changed and rearranged To deceive slaves And Blacks Like Greek myths His Story Is not the Real story Just oppression Great depression White Jesus Slave’s masters obsession Melting in the pot So hot Mixing can’t stop,...

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February 20, 2025

NO Child left behind!!

A few weeks ago, I had the honor of speaking as part of Professor Booker’s keynote presentation at an educational conference at Wesleyan College in Middletown, Connecticut. My focus was on social promotion, a practice that, in my experience, does more harm than good. Social promotion is nothing more than a system’s way of labeling students and pushing them forward without ensuring they meet academic standards. When I was in school, if a minority student didn’t do well on standardized tests, the common justification was that the test was culturally biased. While I agreed with this idea to an extent, I also understood that culture is not simply what we are born into—it is what we are exposed to, taught, and immersed in. If someone is raised within a society, they will inevitably learn that culture. Instead of adjusting how we assess students and ensuring that all students have access to meaningful, relevant learning, the system moved in the opposite direction. Over time, standardized testing has lost its role in education, and students are now being moved forward without ever proving they understand the material. The impact of this is clear. I have seen students pass through middle school without,...

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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,,...

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