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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
- January 24, 2024
Failed Starts

The notion of New Year, Monday, next month, or after my birthday often serves as a delaying tactic for embarking,...
- Books
- February 6, 2024
The Plastic Spoon!

I know all about being born with a plastic spoon. A plastic spoon might be found in the trash because,...

- Life Style
- March 5, 2023
2023 will be great because…
Struggle
- January 30, 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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Books, Fashion, Life Style, Life Style, Photograph, Uncategorized
March 11, 2025

Plan B. What does that really mean? Does it mean you’re not fully confident in your Plan A? Does it mean you’re playing it safe? I wrestled with that for years. And when I say wrestled, I’m talking about a full-on, no-holds-barred, steel cage match with myself about what commitment really looks like. Back in the day, basketball was my first love. But I never made it my Plan A. It was just one of the things I liked to do. One of many. And when you’re splitting your focus, you don’t get what you say you want. You get what you worked for—what you fully commit to. Now? I’m the owner of Workout Harder Fitness. I’m a teacher. I drive Uber. I’m the CEO of a nonprofit that’s changing lives in my community. Don’t get it twisted—this isn’t about having Plan B, C, and D lined up because I don’t believe in myself. I do all these things because I’m built for it. But when it comes to Workout Harder Fitness, there is no Plan B. That’s my Plan A. That’s my purpose. That’s the thing I’ve thrown my entire life into because it’s bigger than just me. When,...

Uncategorized
April 25, 2025

Men’s deserve to heal

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,...

Books, Fashion, Life Style, Life Style, Photograph, Uncategorized
February 26, 2025

Court house

Walking into the courthouse in 2025 took me way back, way back to a time when my name echoed in these halls too often, when court dates were as routine as paydays, and I was always waiting on a verdict that never truly freed me. I could still feel the weight of those years pressing against my chest like a judge’s gavel slamming down on a fate I couldn’t control. Outside, the familiar sight of hurried last drags on cigarettes painted the same picture of desperation I once knew too well. The nicotine-filled exhales mixed with the cold morning air, swirling like the uncertainty in the eyes of the people waiting to step inside. Some of them laughed, not because life was funny, but because pain sometimes only has two options—tears or laughter. Others sat still, haunted by the unknown, their hands fidgeting with paper summonses or last-minute phone calls to people who couldn’t save them from what was coming. Stepping inside was like stepping into a time capsule. The same metal detectors, the same empty-your-pockets routine, the same worn-out carpets that had soaked up too many broken stories. The air carried a scent you could never quite wash off—a,...

Life Style
August 30, 2024

Men Matter

Growing up to this day I am faced with one consistent question. What is your nationality? I have been asked if I was Jamaican, Dominican, Mixed black and white, Puerto Rican and mixed Puerto Rican and black to name a few. I was always told that I was black. I believed this most of my young life. I recall in 5th or 6th grade doing a family tree. My father directed me to my grandfather and he gave me a history dating back to the early 1800’s. This information was accompanied with stories. I really felt like I knew my father’s side of the family. As a child we had family reunions and I would meet relatives from all over the United States. My great aunt’s and uncles would display so much pride in their heritage. My Grandfather was from the south and experienced racism in a different way then I did as a kid and adult. He was not fond of white folk, but always informed me that my family had white blood. It was not very clear to me the source of the white blood but I understood it as a woman had kids and may have even,...

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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 that I grew up playing at. In my opinion from 1989-1993 that was my court. I did not own the court, however I was the baller that you had to earn respect from. The court and area was so different. It was much nicer. It had nice clear backboards and break away rims. It also had two hoops and not four like the Ham ave court I grew up playing on. It was nice to shoot on the new court however I could not keep the visions of the old court and moments that took place there. I mean from games such as butts up, stick ball, kickball, basketball, football, and tag to the after school fights. Not to mention riding bikes down the steps and skateboarding. Ham ave was my home away from home. It was not only the place where I went to elementary school, it was the place where I groomed my basketball game and the place where I met my older son’s mother. When I was in fifth grade Ham ave was the all in 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