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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

- Uncategorized
- December 26, 2023
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Born in Yonkers, New York, in the 1970s, I’ve always seen myself as a New Yorker. Besides attending Yankees or,...
- Uncategorized
- October 8, 2023
🩸 vs 💦

AS a child I heard the phrase “ blood is thicker than water” hundreds of times. This quote was often,...

- Life Style
- December 18, 2023
I am afraid
Your character is naked!
- March 12, 2023

Avoidence

Avoidance was the primary reason for my mediocre performance during my college and early…

Promise- introduction

This book emerges from the depths of a broken man’s soul. While I am…

Failure vs. Quitting!

Do we often quit what we start? Do we fail more than we quit?…

Graduation 🧑‍🎓

This weekend, I had the honor of attending my niece’s graduation from Coastal Carolina…

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Books, Fashion, Life Style, Life Style, Uncategorized
January 8, 2025

Lost and Found: A Wallet, A Cop, and A Lesson in Kindness

It was a typical December Monday night, and my younger cousin and I had decided to catch Taka at the Parkade Movie Theater in Manchester, Connecticut. The film was incredible—AI has gotten so good, I half expected Simba to leap off the screen and grab my popcorn. Speaking of popcorn, I devoured two large bags (yes, two) and chased them down with water I smuggled in like a seasoned pro. I’m sorry, but I’m not paying $5 for a bottle of water worth a quarter. The movie ended, and we made our way to the car. That’s when I realized something was off—my wallet wasn’t in my pocket. Panic set in. We rushed back inside, retraced every step, and even dove headfirst into the garbage cans like we were on a scavenger hunt for the world’s most important treasure. The theater staff were helpful, but no luck. I was convinced someone had found the wallet, pocketed the cash, and dumped the rest. My cousin and I scoured the parking lot with our phone flashlights, peeking into every crevice, garbage can, and even the dumpster. Nothing. I resigned myself to the headache of canceling credit cards, replacing my boating license, and,...

Uncategorized
February 1, 2024

The symbolic meaning of Spoons

What’s Your Symbolic Spoon? 🥄 Spoons as Symbols in Life 🥄 Pause for a moment and ponder: What do spoons symbolize to you? To me, a spoon is more than just a utensil—it’s a vessel that cradles the most elusive of elements, liquids. In this captivating four-part series, we’re diving deep into the metaphorical world of spoons to explore their symbolism in our lives. Forget the practical uses; we’re delving into what spoons represent in the context of families. Intrigued? Join us on this thought-provoking journey! Blog 2: “The Plastic Spoon: Navigating Life in the Poor Class” 💔 Life with a Plastic Spoon 💔 Embark with us on a poignant exploration of the first spoon in our series: the plastic spoon. Symbolizing the challenges faced by the poor class, this blog unpacks the effects of being born into a family wielding a plastic spoon. From economic hardships to resilience, we’ll delve into the unique experiences that shape lives. Brace yourself for an eye-opening revelation as we navigate the complexities of life in the shadows of financial struggle. Blog 3: “The Wooden Spoon: Navigating the Terrain of the Middle Class” 🌳 Life with a Wooden Spoon 🌳 In the heart of,...

Uncategorized
June 15, 2024

The little loud ROCK 🪨

While in Vermont, my friend Alexx and I were driving up a gravel road toward our lodging.. The tranquility of the late afternoon view was abruptly interrupted when a high-pitched, agonizing screech emanated from our car. Almost instinctively, we knew something was wrong with the brakes. The car became increasingly annoying with the unsettling noise growing louder, we had no choice but to pull over and investigate. It was around 5 pm on a Friday evening, and the likelihood of finding a mechanic available at this hour was slim. We passed by a small auto repair shop that looked like it was closing for the day. Desperate, we decided to stop and ask for help. The shop’s employees, two white men who were clearly preparing to lock up, listened attentively as we explained our predicament. Despite the late hour and their apparent readiness to go home, these men did not hesitate. They could have easily turned us away, citing their closing time. Instead, they offered to take a look at our car. Their kindness and willingness to assist us were unexpected and helpful. The mechanics quickly got to work, first jacking up the car and then removing the tire to,...

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 15, 2024

Marriage Retreat

In celebration of my wife and I’s one-year anniversary, we met an inspiring couple from Chicago who were on their 38th anniversary. Sharing dinner and conversation during our vacations, we quickly formed a connection that extended beyond that trip. They later invited us to join them at a BNNA marriage retreat, and without hesitation, we accepted the opportunity. It turned out to be one of the most enriching experiences of our first year as a married couple. Along with nine other couples, we immersed ourselves in a retreat designed to strengthen and reflect on our marriages, and I even had the privilege of teaching a 45-minute workout session during the retreat. This experience reminded me of three powerful lessons I want to share in this week’s blog. First, the value of associating with people who share similar values and a desire to improve their marriage cannot be overstated. Surrounding ourselves with couples who were equally committed to growth made us realize that we weren’t alone in navigating the complexities of marriage. We all face challenges, whether it’s communication, managing expectations, or dealing with life’s everyday pressures. But when you connect with people on the same journey, you realize not only,...

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