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07/07/2025

A lifelong entrepreneur, author, and the visionary behind "I Stand with the Forgotten Women" and "Love Smarter, Not Harder." He identifies himself as a lover of people and truth, and a passionate advocate for Black Women.

They never got to hold their child.They never got to hug them.They never got carry them on their shoulders, or play in t...
06/24/2025

They never got to hold their child.
They never got to hug them.
They never got carry them on their shoulders, or play in the backyard, or teach how to ride a bike or dive a car.
They'll never receive a card, a tie, or a phone call on Father's Day.
They never got to fight for the life they helped create.
Too many of my brothers are silently grieving children lost to abortion—decisions made without their knowledge, against their will, or beyond their control. Our culture tells them they don’t matter. It wasn’t their body, so it wasn’t their place. But the truth is: it was their child too. Behind the silence are fathers who wonder: What could my son have become? What joy would my daughter have brought? What legacy did I lose?
It forces me to ask this question, again and again: Abortion rights, what's right about it? To all my brothers who carry this hole in your heart, especially on Father's Day, your hurt matters, too! And your fatherhood still matters—even if the world says it doesn't. They're in Heaven now. You can meet them there. God bless you, brothers.
I stand with the forgotten fathers.

A good man leaves an inheritance to his children’s children.”That’s legacy.That’s foresight.That’s the heart of a good f...
06/22/2025

A good man leaves an inheritance to his children’s children.”
That’s legacy.
That’s foresight.
That’s the heart of a good father. But let’s be honest—leaving that kind of legacy gets extremely difficult when a man has satellite families scattered across different homes and dynamics.
Legacy requires focus.
It requires Discipline.
It requires being present in more than just one location.

Let’s challenge the next generation of men to break the cycle.
To think two generations ahead. To build one legacy that blesses many—not many families that fight for one man’s leftovers.







I understand that a statement like this causes the hair to stand up on the backs of many fathers’ necks. So let me expla...
06/18/2025

I understand that a statement like this causes the hair to stand up on the backs of many fathers’ necks. So let me explain. Countless 'good' fathers are not in a position where they can love the mothers of their kids. To begin with, please note that I said 'best,' not 'good.' Under normal circumstances, children tend to form a stronger bond with their mothers. I know that to be true in my household because I’ve paid close attention to what they do for their mother on Mother’s Day compared to what I receive on Father’s Day. I’ll just say, it’s different. I know my kids love me (well, at least that’s what I choose to believe. Helps me sleep at night), but if their mother and I were in a rowboat that sprung a leak, and they had only one life vest to toss us, I don’t think I’d be wise to make it to shore wearing that life vest.

Years ago, I was blessed to conduct character-based abstinence and relationship training in high schools to tens of thousands. I’d ask the kids if their dad came to them, assuming they had fathers, and said, 'Guys, I’m sorry. I wanted to get you a particular gift, but if I get you that, I won't be able to give your mother hers.' One hundred percent of the kids, even those without involved fathers, said, "Take care of Mom. I'm good." My point is this: Can I truly be considered the “Best” dad, regardless of how devoted I am to my children, when the person who means the most to them is just another woman who was in my life? Even though I have 44 years (in a few more months, if I can hold on), in no way does that suggest that I place myself in the ‘best’ father category; it simply qualifies me because I’m in a position to meet what I consider the primary qualification—treating their mother as queen. Standing shoulder to shoulder, day in and day out, 24/7, 365, through the good and the bad, meeting her needs, then mine. In my opinion, that puts that father above those who don't or can't. All kids feel better about themselves and us when they see us responding to their mother that way. The more we obey the command in Ephesians 5 to love our kids' mother the way Christ loved the Church with a sacrificial love, a steadfast love, and a servant love, it shifts us from that 'good' category into the 'best.'

Many of us will recall when we sat shoulder to shoulder with our spouse, and our three-year-old would beaugard their way in between us. If they saw us hugging, kissing, or wrestling with her, they wanted in on it. It supports the notion that God’s original plan of one man, one woman for life is best. Again, I’m not suggesting I can’t be a ‘good’ dad if I’m not in a position to consider their mother as queen. But I hope we all agree that ‘good’ becomes bad when it keeps us from the ‘best.’

I understand that the ship has sailed for many ‘good’ fathers. My prayer for each of us is that we will help challenge the trendy philosophy that’s spread through our community like cancer, hollowing it out from the inside: that conceiving kids without being genuinely committed to their mother, if their goal is to be considered the ‘best’ father, will not get them there. I’m praying that, whatever our circumstances may be, we will convey that to some young man, somewhere. If we do, years later, on their annual day, they’ll look back and thank God that someone cared enough to tell them the truth. God bless you!

And nobody cares. Not her bossman. Not her landlord. Nor her loud music-playing neighbor, nor her child’s school, nor th...
06/16/2025

And nobody cares. Not her bossman. Not her landlord. Nor her loud music-playing neighbor, nor her child’s school, nor the white police officer, nor the white hostage negotiator. She’s a victim, not of systemic racism, but worse…systemic indifference. Indifference by the four churches located in a seven-block radius around her. Indifference from those who look like her. She’s not a part of the ‘Sisterhood.’ She’s viewed as a hopeless liability that’s beyond the reach of the Soros, the Deltas, and the AKAs. Even the church sisters take a pass.

And she’s a victim of men like me, who see her but don’t see her because she doesn’t drive what we drive. She doesn’t live where we live, or dine where we dine, or vacation where we vacation. Our measure of affluence has muted our compassion and placed our souls in standby mode; we’re present in body but absent in spirit. So, we’ll fill our tanks, and rather than use our platinum to fill hers, we turn the other way. Instead of just once using it to give her a break at the checkout counter, we watch as she depletes the government-issued one.

She’s continually victimized by the systemic indifference of political forces that view her as nothing more than a pawn in a chess game to be exploited and manipulated into suppressing her maternal instincts to nurture and protect life, to destroying it, regardless of the inevitable repercussions to her.
Primarily, though, she's a victim of the systemic indifference by the men she chooses who professed their love for her until she became pregnant. Many of them will callously dismiss her feelings and demand that she have an abortion or else, while others weasel out with a nonchalant, 'It’s your choice.’

The final ‘straw’ of her victimization is the systemic indifference of the pro-choice Christian, who’s been spiritually sedated by the politics of abortion. They’re indifferent to her obvious spiritual needs, even though in crisis, they conveniently use “it’s her choice” rhetoric as cover to wash their hands of her. Their lack of concern exposes a profound betrayal not only of her well-being but also of the values of Christ that force her to navigate the tumultuous complexities of an unplanned pregnancy in isolation. There, she’s battling both intense pressures, both internal and external. She's stunned by the chilling indifference of those who should have cared the most, but didn't care at all.

The Janiyahs are founding members of the Society of Forgotten Women. They’re trapped in a community characterized by systemic indifference that only pretends to care. If you want to say she’s a victim of social injustice, say it. Please be sure to include, though, who the real perpetrators are.

06/11/2025

Straw: Janiyah’s Back Story (Part 1 of 6)

How does a woman become a real-life Janiyah—a journey filled with struggle and hardship? Are they born that way? Not exactly, but in all likelihood, the silver spoon they are born with is plastic, and so was the silver spoon their parents were born with. Their lives usually don't begin with being full of promise; there's very little room for missteps. Unfortunately, though, it's often characterized by missteps. Most will make a critical misstep that almost guarantees they will become the next Janiyah, leading to another misstep and then another. Eventually, they box themselves in, where they become defenseless against being exploited by the harsh realities of life lived apart from God.

It usually begins in what sociologists refer to as the critical decade of life—the period between the ages of 18 and 28, when crucial decisions are made that chart the course of our lives for the next three decades. A few weeks ago, I visited the apartment of a real-life Janiyah. She appeared to be around 24 or 25. She was selling her 65-inch flat screen at a steep discount that she had bought only four months earlier because she said she had bills to pay. Even doing hair as a side hustle, it was difficult for her to keep pace. When I stepped into the living room of her tiny apartment, the 65-inch TV overwhelmed the space. Besides that, there was an old, worn-out sofa and a folding chair. A half wall separated a kitchenette about the size of a hall closet. Besides the giant flat screen, she had nothing besides a pretty-faced 3-year-old clinging to her side.

Decisions, decisions, decisions. Decisions determine destinies. They decide futures. What is the crucial misstep women make on their way to becoming Janiyah? They reject God's plan for marriage and family and create their own. It's the wrong step.

06/09/2025

I just finished watching the emotionally gripping drama "Straw.” It’s not possible to care about the welfare of Black women without being moved by a film that portrays the unfortunate reality of far too many single Black mothers being forced to hold it all together alone. I used the phrase “forced,” but in many cases, it’s a choice they make. Driven by a desire to fulfill the biological desire for motherhood, it has become trendy to choose men who are little more than free s***m donors, fully aware that they are not marriage or fatherhood material. I hope young single women grasp the message that single motherhood is not something to aspire to. Straw so dramatically reminds us that it’s something to be avoided.

The question before now is, what should the church’s response be in stemming the tide of future Janiyahs and helping the existing ones? Surely, since Tyler so accurately dramatized the plight of so many Black women, it can't be business as usual.


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