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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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- December 13, 2022
Read My Life

Read My life “Delivering happiness” “Starts with Why” “This Native son” Or “Black boy” Was an “Outsider” Burning in “Dante’s,...
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- October 1, 2023
Shut down 2020

Shut down Speeding through life Abruptly breaking Restaurants closed Delivery trucks full Schools closed Hospitals runneth over Parks vacant Homes,...

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- March 5, 2025
Walnut
PLAN A
- March 11, 2025

Strike

Do you bowl? I do and it has been a blessing to start bowling…

Bumpsy

Bumpsy, that is his name. Who is that? The man who showed me everything…

Start, Struggle, Survive and Succeed

Hello, my name is Wakime and I am soon to be 50 years old.…

Read My Life

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April 11, 2024

Imagine an open wound in the deepest part of your heart, without ever healing a dull rusty razor blade pushed upward into the raw scar tissue. On occasion salt is sprinkled all over this organ like a southern meal. Then it is wrapped tightly in a cast as if it were a broken arm. Puss and fluid drip slowly and consistently. That heart is inside the king of the jungle, A LION with the mindset of an eagle and the saveness of a fox. Severely wounded and left in the wilderness to survive. DEAR LOVE, I AM AFRAID

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August 6, 2023

Bathroom Trophies!!

While my wife and I were designing our new home, I stumbled upon my collection of awards, degrees, and certifications. Reflecting on each one and their impact on my life, I remembered how I used to proudly display them in the living room of my previous homes, showcasing my achievements to all who entered. These accolades hold a special place in my heart, representing years of dedication and hard work. Yet, as I contemplated where to showcase these milestones, my perspective began to shift. Each degree represents a personal sacrifice, every reward carries a unique story, and each certification has come at a price. Earning my bachelor’s degree was an uphill battle that spanned six challenging years. Despite facing homelessness, losing my best friend to murder, job instability, and parenthood, I persevered and obtained my four-year degree in an unrelated field. My journey continued with pursuing a Masters degree while juggling two full-time jobs, navigating a complex relationship, and coping with the passing of my grandfather ( My best friend). Despite the obstacles, I graduated with a 3.7 GPA, overcame legal challenges, and secured a teaching license in Connecticut. Now, as a Doctoral candidate, I recognize that my path has,...

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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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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, who I was, and what I believed. It’s not just a holiday—it’s a mirror reflecting the seasons of my soul. As a child in a Lutheran school, Christmas was pure, untouchable, holy. It was about Christ in the manger, the shepherds guided by the star, and the profound meaning of a Savior’s birth. I remember the hymns, the Nativity plays, the sermons that made the story of Jesus come alive. It wasn’t about gifts—it was about grace, about the miracle of light piercing through darkness. Back then, my Christmases felt like an unbroken connection to something bigger than myself. I sang joy to the world at a catholic church this past weekend and it bought back so many memories. That connection faded when I transitioned to public school in the fifth grade. Suddenly, Christmas became about getting the gifts—the thrill of unwrapping boxes stacked under the tree, the joy of waking up early and tearing through wrapping paper like there was treasure hidden inside. I won’t lie; there was magic in that, too. But it was a different magic, one,...

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June 3, 2024

Remembering my friend

Thank you. I know I never said that to you when I had the chance. Thank you for being my first friend after I moved to Connecticut. Who would have thought you would live the life you lived back in 1982 on your 13th birthday? Our friendship wasn’t separated by hard feelings. You moved away, and we both moved forward with life. I was taken back when your sister sent me this photo and told me you were gone. I was trying to recall the last time we saw each other. My guess would be over 35 years. Still and all, I remembered how you helped me transition from New York to Greenwich. It was the most difficult transition of my childhood. You were one of my few friends who ever met my father, and it was around this time my father and mother separated. You were there for me during that time, keeping me busy with boy stuff—bike riding, sports, and, of course, MTV videos. We had so much in common, the older brother of two sisters, and now we both shared the responsibility of being the man of the house. Both of us then had to adjust 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