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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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- February 12, 2023
How we became…

I was lucky, we had something in common. The first time you meet someone or have not seen someone in,...
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- July 2, 2023
Leaders going bad!

It only takes one person to make a real stand and bring about change within a system. It has been,...

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- October 12, 2024
Demonic Cupid
Graduation 🧑‍🎓
- May 8, 2024

Lesson’s vs. The belt

As a 70’s baby, I was brought up by the belt. The belt was…

Talking Art!

While catching up with a friend and a business associate this weekend in New…

Showing up

There’s been a thought circling in my mind this week—showing up. Not just in…

Election Day!

As I pulled up to the polls at Kenney Elementary School in Manchester, Connecticut,…

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May 3, 2024

When do we lose the inhibition to question everything we do not know or understand? As a young boy, I recall bombarding my grandfather with hundreds of questions. He patiently answered many, while some remained mysteries. Yet, I trusted his opinion because he took the time to respond thoughtfully and honestly. Even though he might have told me a few white lies, like the existence of Santa Claus, my trust stemmed from his consistent effort to engage with my queries. I vividly remember a moment when I questioned my grandfather about my parents’ separation over the phone. Instead of giving a direct answer, he shared a story. At that tender age of about 10, I probably already knew the answer, but I wasn’t ready to accept it. His closing words, “You are blessed to know and have had your father, mother, and three of your grandparents in your life,” didn’t sit well with me at the time. I was longing for my father’s presence, oblivious to the bigger picture. Now, 41 years later, I reflect on that moment with gratitude. Despite my father’s illness and our strained relationship, I acknowledge the lessons I’ve learned, even if they weren’t always positive.,...

Books, Fashion, Life Style, Life Style, Photograph
November 24, 2024

Talking Art!

While catching up with a friend and a business associate this weekend in New London Ct, I had the distinct pleasure of meeting and chatting with some unbelievable individuals. For those unfamiliar with New London, it is a unique town that lolls beside the Thames River. My first destination was Flavours for Life. However, I was en route to Jeffery’s Barbershop. I ended up at the one on Elm Street because I was unaware that the owner owned multiple shops, and I just put the shop’s name in the GPS. I was supposed to be going to the one on Banks Street. When I finally arrived on Banks Street, I could see the view of the water to my right, which was adjacent to the railroad tracks. It immediately drew visualizations of a working-class American city 50 years ago and beyond when ports and railroads were our country’s primary sources of transporting goods. I appreciated the historic appeal of this street as I drove down it and said to myself Bank St. It must have been the place to make money at some point, and this town is trying to savor that vibe. My friend Kevin greeted me with a,...

Life Style
December 11, 2023

BLACK numbers MATTER!

Just another night in Vegas at the roulette table—talking, laughing, and enjoying the company of people from various places. Although I wasn’t hitting jackpot-sized wins, I was doing well. A group of men, dressed in jeans, boots, and cowboy hats, joined our game, seemingly in town for the Nations Rodeo finals. Despite my urban appearance, my love for country music and lifestyle is genuine. As they boisterously joined, the once-relaxed vibe at the table became awkward. Playing odd/even and red/black, one of them loudly declared, “Let’s go black!” followed by a questionable remark about “black numbers matter,” eliciting uncomfortable silence. I chose not to escalate the situation; after all, I wasn’t in Vegas for conflict. The table remained quiet until they left. I refused to let the incident ruin my night, choosing to focus on the positive. Reflecting the next morning, it struck me how rare it is for me to be offended by racial comments. While I’ve not supported movements like BLM, I found these men’s remarks out of line. It made me realize the prevalence of hate in the world. Acknowledging my own past lapses in sensitivity, I hope this experience prompts greater awareness of my words. We,...

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October 8, 2023

🩸 vs 💦

AS a child I heard the phrase “ blood is thicker than water” hundreds of times. This quote was often used when I wanted to do something with my friends that my mother or relative thought was not as important as I thought it was. The literal meaning of the phrase makes plenty of sense . Blood in the liquid form is thicker than water. The next part is referring to this comparison to family and friends. From my personal experience this phrase could be applied and fits the situation and in other situations it does not fit. Based on our experiences this phrase could be validated and or voided. I grew up in two different yet supportive family structures. My Father’s side of the family were hard working southern folk. Most of my cousins had the luxury of both parents and owned homes and had respectable jobs and careers. Everyone seemed to have a car and had enough money to get by. When I spent time in North Carolina all the kids went to church on Sunday’s and ate together as a family around the same time every night. It was rare that the kids would be doing something,...

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,...

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