What Would We Lose by Defining Who We Are As Men?

  The most memorable experiences I’ve had are a result of being of a man of a certain age. My twenties were typical. Throwing a myriad of life choices at the wall just to see what would stick. Unfortunately, I’ve also spent a good amount of that time waiting, as...

It’s rough out here in these social media streets. The world domination of Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram have evolved to the point of allowing our obsession with being connected, to become part of our daily routine. Move over coffee and bagels, mornings just aren’t...

Your plane has landed. After going through baggage and customs, your exhaustion sets in sets in. You are now beginning your second descent back to your reality. Brick by brick, your mind begins to put up a wall of protection. An impenetrable fort of strength and...

  Life is hard. There is no getting around that fact. There are however, insurmountable pockets of joy that I’ve been told, should even the scale. What if it doesn’t though? What if there are just extreme circumstances that occur in your life that are beyond...

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.” Yeah, it was the latter that summed up my 2018 but I’m a hopeless optimist at the end of the day. Whether the year has made you, or broke you, we as same gender loving men can all agree...

There was a time when folks across social media platforms were claiming beards are the new six-pack. I for one did not, but I did start growing one in early 2015.  One of the reasons I decided to pledge my allegiance to the illustrious beard gang was that it provided...

  The weather has dipped to a chilling thirty-three degrees. What was once beautiful autumn leaves vibrantly and boldly displaying their colors to those fortunate enough to be paying attention, are now beginning to turn a shade of brown aimlessly floating on to...

I hereby declare myself man boob free! Okay now that I have your attention, I wanted to bask in my own glory of approaching my one year anniversary of my gynecomastia surgery. I have absolutely no regrets about going through with the procedure. Every day that goes by,...

Things weren’t getting better. In fact they were continuing to get worse but I began to trust myself and the butterflies in my stomach that told me, something better is coming. I found myself each day expressing gratitude because as dismal and things were, they could...

I had been stripped of everything I knew and possessed. I was cut down to the white meat as my cousin would say. It was deep and there was no bandage large enough to cover my wounds. One day when the pain of failure was just too much for me to handle, I went running....