The Ni**a “S” & You.

Up until I was about eight years-old, my mom and I would get up on Sunday mornings to go to church with my grandma. My aunt and two cousins would meet us there. Other than the six of us, there were probably only another 7-10 other people there consistentl ...

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Bring on the NBA… and heartbreak.

The NBA returned to us last night. It’s a good thing too. While college football is carrying its weight by producing intriguing match-ups and tight contests, the NFL is pooping the bed and shoving in front of us in the form of primetime games on a w...

Plug of the Week: Beleaf in Fatherhood.

I’m calling this post the “plug of the week” as if I’m going to keep up some sort of habit of doing this every week. We shall see if that happens. Whatever… On to the plug! While I was in Mexico and not at work, I had a bunch...

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Skinny Legs.

The worst part of finding (or being found by) the love of your life is skinny calves. Seriously, that’s the worst part. You work out daily, weekly, monthly, whenever you have absolutely nothing else in the world to do on the entire flat earth, and still ...