A Sick and Tired African American Man

I must tell you that it’s hard to write these days. I’ve so wanted to share things parents should be doing to enhance the education children are receiving during the “new normal.” Tools, techniques and strategies parents can employ nowadays to take over their children’s education independently. Methods and processes that genuinely prepare parents to be what society proclaims we are — our children’s first teacher, but I can’t. You see, I’m tired.

I’m exhausted today. I’m mother expletive tired. Truthfully, I’m mother expletive tired just about every day these days.


Worn out, am I from a lifetime of attempting…

American’s Can’t Chew Bubble-Gum and Walk at the Same Time

When I was a child, and my father wanted to make fun of a person who couldn’t do more than one thing at a time, he would say, “They can’t walk and chew bubble gum at the same time.” As a child, I routinely took his words literally.

I expected when I saw someone walking and chewing bubble-gum to eventually find that person with bubble gum stuck all over their face or having fallen on the ground. Was I ever surprised when I would see someone walking and chewing bubble gum skillfully!

But I soon grew up and understood not…

A Time To Boycott Father’s Day

Ah, Father’s Day that annual celebration of fathers everywhere. One day where the world stops to acknowledge all fathers. If I can be truthful with you, a day I find to be increasingly inconsequential. And a day that since becoming a father has made me feel a little uncomfortable.

Perhaps, I feel ambiguous because I know all fathers are not the same. Yet on this day, we prefer to do that thing we love to do in America — act as though all are equal even when we know full well that we are not. …

Stop Fetishizing, Examine Your Humanity

As I mentioned in last week’s post, I would continue sharing things children and parents could be doing at times, such as these. In particular, I promised to provide suggestions for changes we can make in our behavior so that public lynchings like George Floyd and bottommost levels of civility modeled by people like Amy Cooper are no longer outward symptoms of our Nation’s sickness.

And now only a week later, hoping to have at least one week reprieve from inhumane madness, more disgusting examples of inhumanity flood the national airwaves. So it seems only appropriate that I begin with…

Somewhere Under The Rainbow, Humanity Dies

It’s been a while since my last post. To say a whole lot has been going on in the world would be an understatement. And to those of you who reached out to me asking that I share my thoughts about the current state of world affairs, I apologize for being absent.

To paraphrase Dr. Dre (who should not be confused with the plethora of doctors we’ve grown tired of hearing talk about COVID-19 over the past few months), “I’ve been in the lab with a pen and a pad trying to get this label off.” Seriously, although I have…

Will the Real Moms and Dads Please Stand Up?

Let me get this out of the way. This post is not for the parents who are faint of heart. It’s also not for moms and dads who are averse to hearing or, in this case, reading the truth. If you are allergic to strong language or having a mirror placed in front of your face, you might want to stop reading right now.

Because what I must share today comes with an explicit parental warning. Not words of caution like PG as in the film’s rating disclosure. …

While everyone else is talking about the horrific effects of the Coronavirus, I thought I would continue with my counter critical line of thinking. Instead of piling more angst on an already maddening situation, perhaps we can talk about how to let the Coronavirus improve your health.


On February 2nd, I made myself a promise that for sixty-six days, I would exercise intensely for no less than sixty-six minutes per day. You see, on February 1st, I stood on the scale nude and looked at myself in the mirror and just didn’t like what I saw. The guy looking back…

Don’t Let The Coronavirus Steal Your Joy

Hey, long time no see or speak. Ordinarily, when I make mention of the time separated from you, the beautiful readers and followers of The Raising Supaman Project, and those of you who are now supporting the work of The League of Extraordinary Parents, I do so with a sense of humor. However, these days there is little to nothing that I can say that is funny about being apart from family, friends, and loved ones.

The Coronavirus Pandemic is not only a joke stealer, but it’s also a game-of-life changer. Thanks to COVID-19, even self-described loners like me —…

When I woke last Thursday, I was both thrilled and heartbroken. June 27th is Naeem’s birthday which for me is a Federal Holiday — a day deserving of coast to coast pomp and circumstance.

As such, I packed a bag, gassed up my vehicle, and began the six-hour drive to Pittsburgh for an extended weekend celebration with my National treasure. I’m sure I don’t have to tell you that knowing I would soon see my son was the thing causing me to be overjoyed.

Why was I sad? Because on the other side of overjoy is heartbreak.

Yin and Yang

Arising on Thursday…

Don’t Text Me, Tell It Straight To My Face

Saturday evening while listening to a podcast on Google Play, I unintentionally changed from ‘How I Built This with Guy Raz’ to ‘Truth Hurts’ by Lizzo. I was driving at the time, and I’ll be honest; I have no idea what I did to change what was playing. Is driving while podcasting a thing?

While I’m on the topic of being clueless while driving, I must confess that I didn’t know anything about Lizzo. If not for one lyrical line around the forty-second mark of the song, I would have considered hearing Lizzo — sing, rap, or whatever she does…

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