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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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- November 5, 2023
Public Schools

I have been a teacher for over 22 years. I have dedicated 18 of those years to public education. My,...
- 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,,...

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- April 23, 2023
DUSTY!
How America’s Past Disables Its Future
- February 3, 2025

Breaking Free from Mental Chains: A Reflection on Racism, White Supremacy, and Personal Accountability

One of my favorite quotes is, “I’m not a prisoner of my past.” I’ve…

Marriage Retreat

In celebration of my wife and I’s one-year anniversary, we met an inspiring couple…

Demonic Cupid

Her contact was felt with friction Sandpaper rubbing my chest Scraping off my dead…

Showing up for???

There’s something I’ve been reflecting on deeply this week—showing up. Whether it’s in the…

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October 27, 2024

Breaking Free from Mental Chains: A Reflection on Racism, White Supremacy, and Personal Accountability

One of my favorite quotes is, “I’m not a prisoner of my past.” I’ve come to realize that I’m also not a prisoner of other people’s past. Too often, conversations are dominated by mentions of racism and white supremacy, as if those two forces alone are responsible for the lives we live today. Yes, racism and white supremacy exist and should be called out when necessary. But making them the focal point of every conversation strips away the depth and nuance needed for true intellectual dialogue. Take, for instance, someone who starts a speech by talking about white supremacy without illustrating how it plays out in present-day realities. This approach can become hollow, lacking the depth needed to connect with those who may not directly experience it. I’ve found myself wrestling with this idea—that the concept of racism can psychologically trap people who believe it is the primary force holding them back. When you believe someone or something is preventing you from getting where you want to go, you unintentionally limit your own potential. For me, I choose not to use racism, white supremacy, or any other external force as a reason for why I am in the position I’m,...

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March 12, 2023

Your character is naked!

As I argued with my best man (Brandon, my oldest son), I was reminded of this Ed Mylet podcast I was listening to in which he was interviewing Eric Thomas ( ET the hip hop preacher). They were talking about “what you have will never change who you are.” ET mentioned a quote that went something like “ look in the mirror, not the window”. I do not recall who it was from or if that is the exact quote. What I do know is that I lost about 5 minutes of the podcast content while I was in deep thought. It dawned on me that “Character is Naked”. We could all agree or disagree that nothing changes if we don’t change. Meaning that some may say, if a person is unhappy now in their current relationship with their spouse, they will be unhappy in their next relationship. Others may say they will be happy in their next relationship because they were unhappy with the person they were in a relationship with.. Do people make you happy? ORRRRR do people add to your happiness? I hate to bust your bubble! People do not make people happy. Happiness comes from the,...

Books, Fashion, Life Style, Life Style, Uncategorized
January 3, 2025

Uber Encounters: Episode 1, A Ride with Daniel

Driving for Uber is like being on a reality show where every episode features a new cast of characters. People from all walks of life hop into your car, each with their own stories and destinations. It’s the best part of the job, second only to the money. One of the most fascinating individuals I’ve met so far was a man named Daniel, meeting him felt like I stumbled onto an episode of Extraordinary People. The pick-up was at a typical apartment complex. I pulled into the lot and waited. A minute or two later, I spotted my passenger—a short, sharply dressed Asian man. As he walked toward my truck, it became clear that Daniel had no arms. Naturally, I rolled down my window and offered, “Hey, need a hand?” He smiled, shook his head no, and without hesitation, opened the truck door without any problems.. What happened next was a show of dexterity that had me questioning everything I knew about adaptability. He placed his bag on the seat, then slipped off his shoe. Yep, his shoe. Before I could fully process what was happening, he used his foot to reach for the door and pull it shut. Well,,...

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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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April 3, 2023

The skin I am in!

I started writing poetry over 40 years ago. This is a poem I wrote in the late 1990’s. It was a song first. I revised it after reading the novel called “The skin I’m in” by Sharon G. Flake. This is a power spoken word piece! I do not know if it has the same depth if read with out proper tone, cadence and pitch??? Let me know! Born—The skin I am in My tone Far from ebony A throwback Red bone Green eyes Not a clone Completely separated From my home On my continent Impossible Sun blazing year round Too tropical Master raping Unstoppable So I am bronze Without the topical So I served in the house Not the field Cause my mother Had that sex appeal Married was my father, well my owner But for my mothers affection he didn’t yield So maybe I learned to read and write Generations later and my skin still can’t heal This Negro Whose hero Was changed and rearranged To deceive slaves And Blacks Like Greek myths His Story Is not the Real story Just oppression Great depression White Jesus Slave’s masters obsession Melting in the pot So hot Mixing can’t stop,...

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