The Revolution Will Be Written
By definition, it’s just “the state or time of being a father.”But for me, it’s something deeper—one of the greatest joys a man can ever have. Like every Father’s Day, I find myself overwhelmed and…
I rose this morning smelling like smoke. But last night, I’d been cleansed. It was the fire, you see. Brothers around the flame. Our ancestors—Yoruba, Igbo, Fulani, and many others—shining through our lit faces. Kings.…
This Easter morning, I dropped Michelle and her mom off at Mass, then headed to church. Like most Easters in my life, I didn’t really want to go. The days of knowing what I’d wear…
Dear Momma, Happy 92nd Heavenly Birthday! I can always remember the number because you always told me you would always be 32 years older than me, usually when I was doing something stupid or against…
I love the Olympics! Since I was a kid, I’ve been fascinated by the spectacle of the opening ceremony, the pageantry of the nations, some I’d never heard of entering the arena to engage in…
I’ve tried to write this many times, not sure if this is any better than previous iterations or a complete thought but based on current history and a recent discussion the question bubbled to the…
As I plunge deeper into Blackness, there is nothing but light. As I emerge from the shadows of my own Blackness, I see color. The deeper I go; the Blacker I get. A misguided negro…
Nothing in this world brings me more joy than being a father. I cherish the fact that I am the father of two amazing sons. Fatherhood, on its face, can be the most significant undertaking…
This morning I put on daddy’s jacket. I forgot I had it. I forgot I needed it. The reflection in the mirror and in my mind caused a tidal wave of emotions, seeing him/me in…
I’ve done resolutions and think for the most part, if it was a statistic like baseball batting average, I’d be somewhere in the .450 – .500 range. If it was baseball, I’d be in the…