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51 Introspection

  Dear friends, let me first apologize for the blatant blog neglect perpetrated by your’s truly over the last few months.  Work and everyday life has gotten in the way of “me time.”  Now that I have spent the better part of the day reflecting on 51, I’d like to share some thoughts with you.…

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I Found Love On A MTA Bus…

I never saw her get on the bus.  It just rolled on down North Ave on its way to Harford Rd. The fumes irritated my nose and the shoddy suspension made my empty stomach queasy. The bus was packed tight on a Monday morning and I stared out of the window thinking only of how…

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What Happens To A Dream Deferred?

It wasn’t long after I arrived on the campus of Syracuse University as the newly appointed Program Director for the University’s public radio station that I received a highly anticipated telephone call from my hometown of Baltimore, MD. The voice on the other end of the line informed me that my submission to the annual…

Me and Biggie

Work, Life, Tech Balance

Today I finally did it. I misplaced my smartphone and I was lost in space without it. My family found great amusement in the fact, but I did not. I first discovered Biggie (the name of my iPhone6 Plus) missing when I dropped by Starbucks for an oatmeal and latte. Standing in line, I reached…

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Empty Nesting in Paradise 

    With one child out of the house and the other at a 3 week residential camp, my wife, Angela, and I decided to give the empty nest a spin around the block.  We put the dogs in boarding (not our favorite thing to do), packed our bags and headed to the sunny Carribean. The…

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The Hate That Hate Produced

I know that it’s been a while since I’ve written anything, but the subjects that have been on my mind were just too painful and too depressing to address. Only now am I able to mentally process the events of the last few weeks in a way that allows me to see through the fog…

Steve Martin with his black family in The Jerk

What Does It Mean To Black, White, or Other?

Thank you Rachel Dolezal for giving me something to write about! Whew! I was going through some serious writer’s block. I had a bit of fun on Facebook by referencing my potato-salad-making, dance and, basketball skills as bona fide evidence of my blackness. For the record, I make one hell of a potato salad but…