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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

- Life Style
- September 3, 2023
BRICK by BRICK

Building a 1000 square foot home with standard bricks typically requires around 7000 bricks. Each brick must be carefully laid,,...
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- January 24, 2024
Failed Starts

The notion of New Year, Monday, next month, or after my birthday often serves as a delaying tactic for embarking,...

- Life Style
- December 20, 2022
Start, Struggle, Survive and Succeed
- December 26, 2023

Growth is on YOU!!!

What’s up beautiful people! Today, I want to share with you something deeply personal…

Empowerment in Vermont: My Transformative Weekend with 25 Powerful Men of Color

Have you ever been surrounded by 20 or more men who made you feel…

The Forgotten Art of Navigation

The global positioning system (GPS) has spoiled us. How many people today could navigate…

The little loud ROCK 🪨

While in Vermont, my friend Alexx and I were driving up a gravel road…

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April 3, 2023

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,...

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July 9, 2023

Preparation is a must!

Preparation lays the foundation for success. As a former basketball coach, I dedicated countless hours to preparing for each game. This involved various tasks such as scouting the opposing team, analyzing game footage, and conducting daily practices with my team. We always felt ready to face teams that were equal to or better than us, but we often found ourselves unprepared against less skilled opponents. As I grew in my coaching journey, I came to realize that sometimes, prioritizing the team’s well-being necessitates sacrificing the potential for a resounding victory. Early in my coaching career, my sole focus was on winning and winning by a wide margin. If we were significantly superior to an opposing team, I wanted to outscore them by a significant margin. However, a pivotal moment occurred that altered my coaching philosophy. Interestingly, it wasn’t related to basketball at all. A concerned parent approached me seeking guidance regarding her son. She explained that her son consistently arrived late to school unless she personally woke him up and supervised his morning routine. Despite being a talented basketball player, his habit of tardiness was putting his place on the team in jeopardy. Determined to help, I agreed to speak,...

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May 8, 2023

HAM AVE

About a decade ago while visiting my older sister in Greenwich Ct, I took her daughter to the basketball court that I grew up playing at. In my opinion from 1989-1993 that was my court. I did not own the court, however I was the baller that you had to earn respect from. The court and area was so different. It was much nicer. It had nice clear backboards and break away rims. It also had two hoops and not four like the Ham ave court I grew up playing on. It was nice to shoot on the new court however I could not keep the visions of the old court and moments that took place there. I mean from games such as butts up, stick ball, kickball, basketball, football, and tag to the after school fights. Not to mention riding bikes down the steps and skateboarding. Ham ave was my home away from home. It was not only the place where I went to elementary school, it was the place where I groomed my basketball game and the place where I met my older son’s mother. When I was in fifth grade Ham ave was the all in one,...

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February 3, 2025

How America’s Past Disables Its Future

“Happy is a Nation with no history.” I read this quote the other day and it has stuck to me like velcro. But America is not that country. Our history is long, complicated, and full of contradictions. We are a nation built on bold ideals—freedom, justice, and opportunity—yet our foundation is cracked by conquest, oppression, and division. And now, in an era where information is limitless, we are trapped by our past more than ever. I know the power of history because I’ve lived it. My past is full of struggles, pain, and hard times. But it was those struggles that shaped me, that built my resilience, that made me the man I am today. I don’t run from my past—I learn from it, I grow from it, and I refuse to let it define my future. Yet, in America, we do the opposite. We are stuck in a loop of guilt, blame, and division, constantly trying to rewrite, erase, or weaponize history. We cannot escape the conquering of Native Americans, the stain of slavery, the era of Jim Crow, or the impact of wars that have left scars on the world. These are facts, and they should be remembered.,...

Books, Fashion, Life Style, Life Style, Photograph
May 30, 2025

Shades of a Man (Podcast)

For those who’ve been following my journey, reading my blogs, sharing my words, reflecting with me—I want to say thank you. Your presence matters. Your support matters. But lately, I know you’ve noticed: I haven’t been blogging every week like I used to. That’s not because I stopped growing, or because I’ve run out of things to say. Quite the opposite. I’ve been doing deep work. I’ve been working on myself—the man I am and the man I’m becoming. Spiritually. Emotionally. Physically. I’ve been facing the mirror not just to look, but to see. And in that seeing, I’ve been peeling back layers… confronting old habits, past wounds, and truths I once ran from. I’ve been working on being a better father. A better friend. A better man of God. Not perfect—but present. At the same time, I’ve been working on something that’s lived inside me since I was a kid. Shades of a Man. It’s my poetry. It’s my story. It’s my shadow and my sunlight. I started writing when I was eight years old. Back then, it was just a way to cope, to create, to breathe. Now, it’s become something greater. A reflection of every chapter—young boy,,...

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