I LOOKED at my 10-year-old son about a week ago and something around his mouth looked almost . . . dirty. “What have you been eating?” I asked, figuring that the shadow on his upper lip was the remnants of a meal. “Nothing,” he said. “Then what’s that on your face?” He shrugged. I moved…

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I’M GETTING older. That much was evident at my 30th high-school reunion this past weekend. At first, everything went according to plan. We arrived at the venue without getting lost, which we did at our 25th. And when we walked inside, we immediately found those we knew best and made our way down memory lane.…

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WHEN LAVETA caught me in her smoldering stare for the first time, we fell in love. I still see those memories in her eyes. Those eyes take me back to a time before children and bills, before heartbreaks and disappointments, before triumphs and tears, before books and columns. Those eyes – like honey sparkling in…

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ANYONE who knows me knows how hard I work. In fact, people often joke that I’m Jamaican – slang for someone who works hard at several jobs. Since my grandfather was from St. Croix, in the U.S. Virgin Islands, the Jamaican thing is not far off the mark. That’s why I usually just smile and…

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WHEN FELLOW Daily News columnist Jenice Armstrong appeared on my radio show to say that a “Real Housewives” spinoff was a possibility for Philadelphia, I thought it was cute. I mean, who could resist the possibility of producer Princess Ann Banton-Lofters creating “Housewives” madness right here in the cradle of liberty? We could have our…

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FOR THE LAST month, I’ve been hosting a morning radio show. That means I get up so early that the moon doubles over with laughter while watching me grope for my keys. It’s not easy for a guy like me to get up that early, because normally I’m a night owl, and in addition to…

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LAST WEEKEND, after 14 years of marriage, I finally came to terms with who I am. I no longer have to pretend. I am out of the rut that ensnared me, and I am free from the lie I tried to live for so long. That’s right, boys and girls. I have an admission to…

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LAST WEEK was my 14th wedding anniversary. That’s right, the big one-four. I know 14 years isn’t a gold anniversary. It’s not even a silver anniversary, but maybe we could call it a copper anniversary, or a quartz anniversary, or a synthetic topaz anniversary. Why? Because divorce rates have doubled over the past 20 years…

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MEMORIAL DAY is the unofficial start of summer, and, despite my best efforts, I am not prepared for my hot weather debut. I blame my wife. She spent much of the winter and spring baking bread, and forcing me to eat it by allowing the aroma to waft through our house. Perhaps if it were…

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