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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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- June 15, 2024
The little loud ROCK 🪨

While in Vermont, my friend Alexx and I were driving up a gravel road toward our lodging.. The tranquility of,...
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- December 19, 2024
Christmas Reflection

Christmas has been many things to me over the course of my life, each chapter defined by where I was,,...

- Life Style
- October 15, 2023
Perception Shift
Standards – Do you have them?
- October 29, 2023

Standards – Do you have them?

Over the past decade, my philosophy on life and success has undergone a profound…

LUST

Lust She makes my heart beat Sounds of Africa Drums When ivory faces Sailed…

Perception Shift

Perception Shift I was having quite a day! Allow me to elaborate. On my…

🩸 vs 💦

AS a child I heard the phrase “ blood is thicker than water” hundreds…

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April 25, 2025

It was a cold, rainy Saturday morning, and my schedule was already stacked. But I agreed to squeeze in a men’s group session—not because I had the time, but because my brother Kevin wanted to be there. Sometimes that’s all the motivation you need: a brother asking you to show up. And when a man asks you to stand beside him in his healing, you don’t think twice—you show up. I figured I’d walk in 30 minutes late and slide quietly into a seat while the session was in full swing. But to my surprise, the session hadn’t even started. The brothers were just sitting around, talking, laughing, vibing. It wasn’t formal, but the energy in the room was sacred. I walked in, shook every hand in the circle. Kevin, Keith—men I’d met before on a previous retreat—were already posted. Each handshake I exchanged carried this silent power… it wasn’t just grip and release. It was firm. Gentle. Restorative. Each one felt like, “I see you, bro. And I’m glad you made it.” The purpose of the gathering was simple: Men. Healing. Together. That’s it. No performance. No pretending. Just honesty and the presence of God. God was there. I,...

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June 25, 2023

AMERICA, Is like ME!

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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March 5, 2025

Walnut

&lt My grandmother’s house always puts a smile on my face. It was the most beautiful apartment in the world to me as a child, even though it was tucked inside the roughest projects in Mount Vernon, New York. Five towering ten-story brick buildings, stacked side by side, looming over a few tight acres of land. Off-street parking. A handful of basketball courts where the nets rarely lasted, and a playground that saw more fights than laughter some days. Outsiders feared these projects. They whispered about them like a forbidden place, a war zone. But for me, it was home. My second home. And I was never afraid. My grandmother’s apartment was a two-bedroom fortress with more locks than the U.S. Treasury. The sound of her unlocking the door was a ritual—a metallic symphony of bolts sliding, deadlocks clicking, chains rattling. And before you ever stepped inside, she cracked the door open just enough to peer through the chain, scanning to make sure you weren’t bringing unexpected company. That was normal to me. So normal that I never thought twice about it until I moved out of the city and realized not everyone lived behind layers of steel and suspicion.,...

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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 cotton fabrics Elaborates her pear shape As I walk closer to her Aroma: is sweet and low Citrus fruits, sprinkled with splenda When she speaks She is a symphony of trumpets and violins’ I look into her eyes And I see my future My sons, daughter, my grandchildren My home and my grey hair Then she passes me by BYE!!! She was just A Dream Deferred By Wakime Sharri Hauser

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,...

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