Superman’s Cape
As we draw closer to the end of the first decade of the new millenia, I begin to reflect on my life to this point. There are so many subjects worth discussing, yet I am focused on the diminishing memories of my father. My parents were divorced by the time I turned nine. He held what was considered a good job for a black man in the 1970’s. He was a machinist supervisor for a large tool and die company that has long since been acquired and acquired again. I

Fatherhood Friday: Yo’ Mama Is So Ugly…
Sunday morning, I just finished getting dressed for church. I came downstairs, logged onto my computer  to check out the latest news and most current tweets on Twitter. As I took a seat with at the table my laptop was at, The Boy approaches. With a devilish grin (right before church, mind you! Has he no shame?) he says: “Yo’ mama so fat, when she got hit by a bus she said, ‘Who threw that rock at me?’” WHAAAAAT? Is The Boy talkin’ about my mama? His grandma? Then it instantly hit me. The Boy was trying to “play the dozen”, “rank on me”, or in more recent terminology, he was “

Women on Wednesday: I’m In Love With Two Women
I’m in love with two women. There. I said it I confess. I am in love with two women. I don’t know know how it happened, but it just did. And it is the best thing that has ever happened in my life. My wife, Adi, and my daughter, Bae, are angels from heaven. Why they love me? Sometimes I wonder. Why do I deserve the love of these ladies. I don’t know, really. I’m just glad they love me. Yes. I still crave my wife heartily! Lol!

Restoring The Natural Order of Things (Mr. Man Goes Hunting Pt.1)
Earlier this year, dear readers, you have watched me go through a metamorphisis of sorts. Maybe you’ve read about my camping adventures with The Boy and Mocha Dad. Or maybe you were around when I discovered my innate redneckery. This city boy from the tough streets of Hiram Clarke, high school in South Park, TX (an inner-city area of Houston

Falling Out of Orbit Trying Not To Make A Poopy
Life is crazy, you know? I have been away from these pages for a few weeks and have missed chatting with you. I’ve been away for a number of reasons. Work and school have been intense for the last several weeks. I have been struggling to keep my head above water, so I had to stop writing for pleasure for a minute. Another reason is writers’ block. When I get hit with this, it tries to take me out. It is more prevalent when I have to write academically and professionally simultaneously. With the exception of a couple of pieces that I’ve written over at