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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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- August 20, 2023
Rainbows and Dodge Charger

As I ventured out into the rain, an walk I hadn’t initially wanted to do, I stumbled upon an awe-inspiring,...
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- April 18, 2024
Shame on us!

As a child, I often questioned the necessity of mundane tasks like brushing my teeth, attending school, and adhering to,...

- Books, Fashion, Life Style, Life Style, Photograph
- November 24, 2024
Talking Art!
HAM AVE
- May 8, 2023

The skin I am in!

I started writing poetry over 40 years ago. This is a poem I wrote…

Half a Mint

I had to be about 20, maybe 21 years old. I don’t remember the…

Back Yard Buddy

When my family moved to Greenwich CT in 1983, it was a culture shock…

Your character is naked!

As I argued with my best man (Brandon, my oldest son), I was reminded…

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August 5, 2024

Last week, I posted a picture that unfortunately contained misinformation. My intention was to present a challenging question, not to take a side on the issue. This sparked a heated discussion among people on both sides. Long story short, I was wrong for posting it, and when someone asked me to take it down, I did so immediately and offered an apology. I apologized for two main reasons. First, I recognized that posting misleading information was not appropriate, and my intention was never to offend anyone. Second, I needed to take responsibility for my actions and move forward. Admitting my mistake and apologizing is a sign of humanity and humility. It shows that we are capable of growth through acknowledging our errors. Imagine this… Donald Trump emerging in Minneapolis, Minnesota shortly after George Floyd was killed, addressing the nation, and saying something like this: “Americans, our system has failed us once again.” He then lists the names of several Black men and other individuals of different races who were killed by the police under seemingly unjust circumstances. He provides the total number of such deaths during his presidency, apologizes to the community for their suffering, offers resources to support them,,...

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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,...

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March 27, 2023

Half a Mint

I had to be about 20, maybe 21 years old. I don’t remember the exact year or day. I believe it was the summer of 1993. I was pushing a red 1988 Mustang LX. It was the worst car I ever had. It was a candy apple red, had factory rims, and a kicker box in the back seat. I would put it in the trunk when I picked up my friends. The system sounded muffled when I did so. I had a portable CD player that I would use through the tape deck with a cassette adapter. It would skip everytime I hit a bump. I just started smoking weed on a daily basis and my dreams of being a professional basketball player shifted to becoming a rapper. I was drinking and driving, smoking and driving, living to get high, drunk and laid. Does this sound familiar to you and your post high school days? I worked at a summer camp where all of the camp counselors were doing the same. We would work all day playing and working with kids from ages 6-14, then go play ball, eat, and find a place to hang out all night partying.,...

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 my father and sister, whom I haven’t seen and haven’t been on good terms with, I encountered a problem. As I walked away from the car, I realized I didn’t have my phone. I distinctly remembered leaving it in the car, so it must have slipped out of my pocket and been picked up by a bystander who took it along. I tracked it to New York, then New Jersey, and down the coast. I gathered my old phone and prepared for my journey. I even changed my flight and ended up with a window seat, which I rarely choose. Things seemed to be going well until a taller gentleman was in the aisle seat when I arrived, leaving me with the window seat. But wait, could my luck improve further? It did when the middle seat remained vacant! Then, a cheerful, larger man arrived, and he pointed to the seat. In my head, I thought, “WTF.” He was smiling and appeared to be the happiest middle-aged man on the plane. As he struggled to get situated in his seat,,...

Life Style
April 17, 2023

Monkey see, monkey do!

When I was a kid the adults would use the phrase “monkey see monkey do”. On the surface I understood what they meant in saying this. I did not comprehend the importance of what I was seeing, listening to, and following. The phrase was often used when I followed a bad behavior or tried to do something that an adult did. I grew up around people who smoked. When I was a kid they used to sell gum that looked like cigarettes. I loved that gum because I could buy it, blow a cloud of smoke and get some candy out of it too. Thinking back, it was a brilliant marketing scheme for cigarette companies: make it cool to smoke. A product that kids can buy that makes them cool. When they become adults, they will be smoking or want to smoke. Monkey see monkey do. Reflecting on my life, I notice how the phrase monkey see monkey do has impacted me during various stages in multiple ways. My dad loved basketball, although I never saw him play or remember if I did. I played basketball. I learned how to play mostly by watching games on television, then going to,...

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