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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 26, 2025
Men healing – Round 2

After last year’s unforgettable experience in Vermont for the first-ever Men’s Health Retreat, I knew this second gathering would be,...
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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,...

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- May 8, 2023
HAM AVE
Family (The kitchen table)
- June 18, 2023

4th Street Projects: 5H

5 H was the place! It was my favorite place to be for many…

Life and Death

The one thing that is guaranteed in life, is death. This week I lost…

How we became…

I was lucky, we had something in common. The first time you meet someone…

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…

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Books
February 6, 2024

I know all about being born with a plastic spoon. A plastic spoon might be found in the trash because it’s meant for one-time use only. Being born with a plastic spoon means one starts life at the bottom. One may have hard working parents who serve as good role models and provide what’s needed. However, when they pass away, they may not leave behind much except debt. Saying I was born with a plastic spoon isn’t a knock on my parents; it’s just the truth. I was born poor, with parents who were socially and economically uneducated. The likelihood of me graduating from college and earning a degree was extremely low. Yet, I earned a master’s degree and beyond, defining what hard work and determination are. My plastic spoon was fortunately handed to me in the 70s, before cell phones and computers became common items. I didn’t even realize I was poor or different until I moved to Greenwich, CT, from the Bronx in 5th grade. Being light-skinned in Mount Vernon and the Bronx, NY, led to me being called a ‘white boy.’ There was no such judgment when I moved to Greenwich; I was clearly black and clearly,...

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August 27, 2023

Independent Thinker

I was born into a left family, surrounded by the Democratic Party. Without truly understanding their values, I was told the Republican Party was racist, which influenced my support for the Democrats for almost two decades as a young adult. Meeting Republicans made me question my assumptions, realizing I hadn’t truly seen them as individuals. I lacked education about both parties and blindly followed Democratic volunteers’ advice at the voting booth ( they would tell you as you where going to vote to vote rows). The turning point came in 2008 when Obama was elected; I felt disconnected from both parties. I’m not an old school liberal or anti-government; I simply refuse to support what I disagree with based solely on party affiliation. Too much focus lies on parties, not candidates. I believe that if Trump were a Democrat or Biden a Republican, many within those parties would NOT switch allegiances. They would supporT “ THEIR” party! Political parties often overshadow candidate qualities good, bad or indifferent. I’m neither right nor left; I’m ambidextrous politically. My vote hinges on candidates’ intentions and past political practices, though true intentions are elusive. While belonging to a supportive group like a political is,...

Life Style
March 5, 2024

Childhood lost

My childhood was a mosaic of experiences, both challenging and enriching, which I now regard as invaluable. Among these memories, one stands out: my time at a sleep-away camp. Despite initial trepidation and likely shedding tears, the farm-style setting with its assortment of animals and farming duties left an everlasting mark on me. Spending summers with my grandparents and great aunt in North Carolina became the highlight of my youth, fostering friendships that endure to this day. By the age of 11, I had navigated three distinct environments: inner-city life, affluent suburbs, and the warmth of southern hospitality. These diverse settings endowed me with a range of positive attributes, facilitating my ability to relate to people from all walks of life. As a child, I was resilient, albeit reluctantly so—I was more prone to tears than to confrontation. Yet, I was instilled with the principle of not allowing anyone to exploit me. Thus, I found myself facing adversaries I sought to avoid. These early lessons forged not only physical fortitude but, more significantly, mental resilience. My upbringing was characterized by self-directed learning. My peers and I constructed clubhouses, established leadership structures, and engaged in spirited sports competitions. We navigated conflicts,,...

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March 31, 2025

Letting go

For decades, I walked around carrying extra weight on my shoulders. This weight was added day by day. I became strong, which has allowed me to be in the positions I am in today. Along with this strength came a lack of empathy and vulnerability. Looking at my environment and what I was taught, I have learned to accept all the negative impacts as I have received the positives. The weight I was carrying around came with pain, trauma, and loss. I held this pain inside me and could feel it with each beat of my heart. The rhythm was fierce and unpredictable because, at any time, a demon within could be awakened. As my weight grew, I began to move faster and work harder. I avoided the reality that I had become numb, and I was the happiest, miserable person I knew. There was a time when I believed I could conquer the world alone. I was a superhero. I was iron. I have learned that superheroes are not real, and men break, too! As a man with grown kids, I have realized I have a long road ahead to become the person I want to be. By the,...

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October 4, 2024

Showing up for???

There’s something I’ve been reflecting on deeply this week—showing up. Whether it’s in the gym, at family events, or in life’s daily battles, the truth is simple: consistency is key. But not everyone gets it, do they? Some people expect you to always be there for them, yet they never show up for you. It’s frustrating, but here’s the kicker—I’m not surprised. Why? Because I’ve learned that in my journey there will be supporters and non-supporters Discipline Over Everything In the gym and in life, it’s discipline that separates those who succeed from those who make excuses. We all know what we need to do—wake up earlier, put in the work, eat right—but knowing doesn’t get us results, doing does. That’s why I started my “Discipline Diaries” series on Instagram. Every Monday, I drop a reel to remind you that execution is everything. Don’t just think about your DREAMS, don’t just talk about them—get up and chase them. It’s the same with fitness. Whether it’s the 5-day challenge or the 8-week program at Workout Harder Fitness Fitness, the people who succeed are the ones who show up every day, no matter how tired they are, no matter how tempting that,...

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