
Living Your Best Life – Showing Up



Cliche, yes, but Christmas gifts for fathers generally arrive with an array of curiously patterned neckties, the manliest of power tools, and an adorable assortment of socks. Well, this past Christmas, my children broke from that time-honored tradition and decided upon the gift of grooming. And what hid beneath colored tissue paper in my holiday gift bag was a jar of Every Man Jack Vanilla + Cedar Beard Butter. The beard butter is a leave-in conditioner marketed for its promise to tame flyaway hairs, soften your beard, and moisturize your skin. I have spent time with this product for some months now. So, I wanted to share my overall thoughts and experience, and the reader can decide whether it is worth the investment.
Well, it would appear that Old Man Winter has relinquished his seemingly perpetual, frosty grip on the temperatures outside – at least here in Michigan. Sure, every few days, he will stage a futile resurgence with a couple of nippy days thrown into the mix, but the picture is crystal clear; spring is an inevitability. And so, on those warm days that call for appreciation of nature, the seasonal spring yard clean-up is a necessity. Now, sprucing up one’s yard involves a lot of dirty work. Dethatching the lawn, trimming back dead flowers, removing animal waste (we have a ton of deer), and pulling these gangly monstrosities (pictured above) from the surrounding area. Ah, yes, the dandelion weed. I swear, in the event of a nuclear holocaust, I declare that only roaches and these unsightly plant aliens will stubbornly survive.
This invasive weed is undeniably resilient. It can survive in poor soil, tolerate drought, resist disease, and repel pests. Notoriously hard to kill, this perennial weed has deep roots and can regrow just about anywhere with the proper seed dispersal. I hate them. They ruin the appearance of my manicured lawn with gangly tentacles stretching toward the heavens after its white puff of seeds has blown away. Nevertheless, I can’t help but respect their hardy nature. Hardy is defined as the ability to endure extreme conditions and or difficult situations.
We can all learn from this mighty weed. To be sure, life is a complex garden full of unfavorable conditions and challenging environments. However, sometimes the most painful moments and adverse conditions teach the most valuable lessons. We just need the physical, emotional, and mental hardiness to not merely survive, but to thrive. We stay stubbornly rooted in our purpose and greatness. When life seemingly cuts us down, we become renewed in strength and vitality. And lastly, we ensure the seeds of our greatness spread far and near. Well, I guess I have more in common with a weed than I previously thought. They still need to get plucked from my yard, though – no hard feelings.

Unsurprisingly, I am wholly confident that my current challenges of rearing a young boy is not exclusive to my parental timeline. If you are an involved father, and your rambunctious offspring is prone to boneheaded, impulsive behavior – well – you understand the struggle is agonizingly real. Trust, the anxiety induced when one receives an e-mail or phone call from the school is steeped with other worldly levels of stress. Moreover, subsequent frustration is heightened due to how wildly dissimilar our personalities seemingly appear from my perspective. I am extremely quiet and reserved. My son, not so much. And so, perhaps as many other parents such as myself, I searched for activities that would constructively redirect his energy, sharpen his focus while instilling discipline, and awarding him a few victories along the way for his hard work.
Two years ago, I identified an opportunity. Now, I am an avid basketball fan, and with the NBA season approaching, I decided to resurrect a hobby that I enjoyed as a child with my boy – sports card collecting. I absolutely loved ripping open packs and collecting my favorite players. Back then, it was not the corporate business it is now, with specialty cards pricing out the average collector – especially if that collector is just a kid. I had two binders: one blue and the other brown. I had some great rookie cards that I cherished: Grant Hill, Chris Webber, and Dikembe Mutombo just to name a few. Through years of a few changes in residence, my binders were unfortunately lost. It is my hope that they will be rediscovered in a miscellaneous box one day. I digress; I hoped basketball would be the activity to get my son together.
Now, along with collecting basketball cards, I sought an opportunity to introduce a sport (basketball) that could capture and channel his energy for the court – definitely not the classroom. Basketball themed birthday cakes, a portable hoop in the backyard, designated basketball sneakers, basketball camps, and the aforementioned trading cards were all a part of the master plan to course correct my son. The years (yes, years) had been rough. Sometimes, it felt that all the emotional and mental support I expended did not yield any positive returns. It was painfully exhausting, mind-numbingly aggravating, and many times saddening. Doubting myself as a father was not uncommon. Humbly, as a gentleman that generally dispenses what I believe is wise counsel, my words were not landing with my boy. What was I doing wrong?
For the multitude of advice books on the market, fatherhood truly does not have an instructional manual that addresses every scenario. It is very much trial and error – sometimes heavy on the error. I have regrets, many situations I wished I handled differently. Nevertheless, we are dutifully staying the course, and the tide has shifted in a positive direction. Corrective conversations with teachers, principals, and assistant principals have ceased – knock on wood. Test scores are up. He is getting along better with his peers. Punishments have been replaced with praise. Sure, there are the occasional youthful hiccups that accompany this maturation process. That is to be expected, and we are in a much better space now.
So, as father & on making this journey together against the backdrop of basketball, I am proud of his growth. Sometimes, I use current events from the basketball world to teach lessons about life. Nevertheless, it is not all so serious. Along with youth basketball league, watching NBA games together on the couch, we have secured some serious, prime rookie cards from this generation’s NBA stars. Anthony Edwards, Victor Wembanyama, Cade Cunningham, and Shai Gilgeous-Alexander are just a few that we have collected. We have definitely bonded, as I am attempting to create a relationship that I did not enjoy as a child. Raising him has highlighted the importance of preparing him for this crazy world around us. So, if you are a father in the struggle, hang in there. Even when you’re getting your ankles broken on the court (I’ll save that for another post), and you come face to face with Father Time, just know that your value to your child is indeed invaluable.

“Real education means to inspire people to live more abundantly, to learn to live with life as they find it and make it better.”
– Carter G. Woodson
To be absolutely sure, a gentleman’s life earns new significance when he not only identifies his purpose, but he also cultivates that purpose into something tangible that benefits other individuals. It is tragically irresponsible when an accomplished gentleman attains a certain degree of success, only to be miserly and penurious with his blessings. For the blessed gentleman that enjoys prosperity and favor, it is critical that he utilizes his influence to encourage, empower, and educate the under-served, often neglected sects of our society.
When benevolence and compassion no longer exist in the hearts and minds of men, the quality of life for both the fortunate and less fortunate gradually diminish. And the best quality of life is something we should all strive to achieve – for everyone. So, operating within your domain of achievement, I urge the gentleman to re-purpose his purpose and seek to promote excellence and success in the lives those who are underprivileged. And going forward, hopefully, they will perform the same charitable act for someone else.



As time passes, it is difficult to reconcile how long I have been writing here at The Gentleman’s Standard. The loafers pictured above were purchased around the year 2009, and my style evolution was still in its early phase. I was branching out beyond my sartorial comfort zone, as I experimented with color, fabric, and new fashionable additions to my wardrobe. For example, my shoe game ranged from standard dress oxfords to thick-soled boots, but that was the extent of my modest footwear collection. During that period, I began to explore a variety of footwear options – penny loafers being the first incorporated into my rotation.
The Florsheim x Duckie Brown joint venture presented a prime opportunity to try something new. The soft suede is infused with a gentle rose hue that offers an unexpected, if not lively jolt to my presentation. It is not every day that you see a gentleman with dusty pink wheels peeking from underneath stone-colored khakis. Crazy to think these shoes are that old. They are perfect for spring and summer, as they lend an updated vibe to a vintage, classic look. Nearly 17 years ago, you would have been hard-pressed to catch me rocking loafers, especially in a soft tone like pink. Nevertheless, I embraced the clean, sophisticated approach – and the inner confidence to sport this look in public. Trust, people noticed, and the compliments were never in short supply. Keep it stylish gentlemen.


To be certain, life is sometimes an uneven journey of complex experiences tenuously chained together. Given that fact, a gentleman carefully navigates his life with a purpose that governs his actions. He will thoughtfully afford the requisite time and due diligence to satisfy that purpose. Admirable as that is, however, a gentleman may err by overthinking the subject. True, a gentleman must live life with meaning and reason. Nevertheless, purpose should not be defined as some cosmic, life-altering motive for existing. A gentleman can risk searching for a purpose so profound that it inadvertently paralyzes his ability to bring meaningful value to this shared experience of life.
Certainly, having a big purpose has its place. However, sometimes, simple is best. Sometimes, a man just needs an objective – challenging, yet attainable without depleting emotional, mental, or physical inventory. It is tentatively spring here in Michigan, so my simple purpose is to tend to my yard. My hostas, salvia, bee balm, and lilies (although a rabbit snacked on one) are all springing from the ground in all their botanical glory. Purpose sometimes has a season in a gentleman’s life.
Now is the season when my garden plays a huge role in my day-to-day living. My primary job is to keep the garden thriving and vibing. Just take a look at my creeping phlox pictured above. I planted this ground cover approximately 2 years ago with the hopes of adding color and choking out nearby weeds. They were scrawny in the beginning, but some dutiful TLC has resulted in a beautiful floral display near the edges of my garden bed. Challenge: Add some purpose to your life that grants a feeling of accomplishment and fulfillment. It does not need to be world-changing, but it should make you swell with pride and a sense of valuable intention.

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To be absolutely clear, a hardworking gentleman understands the meaning and value of his tireless labor. And to be absolutely sure, the reality of fatherhood only heightens said understanding. Trust, this gentleman maintains a deep, fundamental comprehension of provision and the significance of being a contributor. And so, when seasons of life are absent peace or joy – perhaps both; it is not uncommon for him to lean heavily into his work; a passionate attempt to seek refuge and fulfillment by claiming, reasserting his own value to himself. Work is transformed into an instrument that exerts authority over one’s mental and emotional well-being.
It is a blunt tool utilized to manage anxiety, stress, insecurity, and pain. He accepts the incredible burden of arduous work to unburden himself of heavier burdens – both emotional and mental. However, whatever accomplishments that are attained, the satisfaction is never truly satisfying. Frantic attempts for relief only lead deeper into work. The wise gentleman must conclude that work does not inherently grant him value. Rather, it is he that affords value to his work, to his friends, to his family, and to himself. So, if no one tells you today (and demonstrate through their actions); I am here to convey on behalf of countless gentlemen such as yourself; you are recognized, appreciated, respected, and loved.

As a gentleman of a certain age, I have discovered that my scent palate has slowly evolved to reflect more mature sensibilities. And those mature sensibilities dictate a measured, easy-going approach to living life. Now, life is undoubtedly, sometimes exceedingly complicated. Therefore, when the inevitable intrusion of stress introduces itself into my everyday affairs, I employ grounding techniques that bring me back to center. Grounding is a coping strategy utilized to calm one’s mental health and well-being when under duress.
Grounding refocuses and reconnects you to the present moment; its purpose is to reduce anxiety, fear, stress, and feelings of being overwhelmed. I ground myself by dutifully engaging my senses: touch, sight, hearing, taste, and for the purposes of this post, smell. I wholly enjoy the aromatic nuances of a great-smelling cologne. When perfectly executed, its notes carry me to a safe, soothing space within my mind. I smell great, I feel great. Today, I wanted to talk about one of my favorites – By the Fireplace.

“Don’t wait around for other people to be happy for you. Any happiness you get, you’ve got to make yourself.”
– Alice Walker
I won’t insult the audience with a platitude that sounds pleasing to the ears, and, albeit well-intended, sadly lacks real-world practicality. The unfortunate truth is that happiness is not a perpetual guarantee, nor a promise for anyone. Your happiness and the pursuit thereof are your sole responsibility. Because, in this mutually shared event called life, we cannot be mere spectators, allowing our joy to be dictated by the actions of others. To be clear, you must assume ownership of your own contentment and what affects you. To do otherwise is to unconditionally submit your well-being to uncertainty. Sometimes, you cannot control the environment around you. However, you can control your thoughts and your reactions.
Far too often, I have foolishly sacrificed my own wellness to please others, grossly mistaking that the gesture would be reciprocated. To enjoy a fulfilling return on your happiness, you must fully invest in yourself. You must allocate the necessary time and resources to fill your spirit with gratification and jubilation. Music is one of my outlets. So, when I cue either Stevie Wonder or Luther Vandross to play on my Google smart display, my spirits are instantly raised. I smile. I dance a little jig. I sing with a joyous heart. In that moment, I am happy. If the moment presents itself – take it! And if not – make it!


Approximately two years ago, my children participated in a summer tennis program. Now, my young son is a natural athlete, and he excels tremendously in sports. He did not really care for tennis (he eventually fell in love with basketball), but his innate athleticism allowed him to perform at a high level for his age group. Actually, my son even performed much better than kids older than him. However, one particular Saturday morning, my son was in a serious funk. He was not performing at a standard that I had become accustomed to. With each uninspired misstep or blown swing, he would nervously peer over his shoulder in my direction with a slightly frightened, clearly frustrated expression on his face.
After the session was over, the coach keenly sensed annoyance and disappointment in my demeanor. My stance was that if we were going to be up and outside on an early Saturday morning, maximum effort was expected. And then the coach shared some profound wisdom that was ridiculously apparent, yet enlightening, because my brain was turned off to a simple fact. Children are no more than tiny versions of adults. They are subject to anger, irritability, fear, sadness, resentment, and a whole host of negative emotions that their still-developing brains struggle to process.
Unsurprisingly, they have not learned to recognize and manage their emotional intelligence. Honestly, some adults have failed to do so as well. So, I needed to take a much-needed step back; I had to realize that my son was simply having a bad day. Thus, a child experiencing a bad day may present as defiance, disrespect, rebellion, and angst. That brings me to the subject matter of today’s content, and will also explain the cute little frog pictured above.
A few weeks ago, my daughter was on the struggle bus. She is older than my son, as she is fast approaching those teenage years. Now, a teenage girl’s stages of maturation are different from those of a boy. At least that is my perception, given I grew up in a household with two younger brothers. There was a lot of testosterone in the household, except for my mother. Therefore, this territory is quite foreign to me. To be sure, puberty has clearly unleashed an avalanche of hormones and emotions that I am sure she is struggling to comprehend.
Cue the rolling of the eyes, heavy sighs, quiet lip-smacking, and seemingly endless backtalk. Granted, for one reason or another, I don’t have to deal with this pre-teenage attitude directly. That is reserved for other occupants in my household. Nevertheless, I am tasked with navigating this treacherous minefield and adroitly disarming as many potential explosive situations as I can. Sometimes, I am successful. Sometimes, not so much.
Nevertheless, it is important to recognize that your children are trying to navigate this confusing, maddening world just as much as you. So, during this particularly turbulent episode, I picked up this stuffed creature from Target. It is a comfort tool that a child can hold when feeling anxious, frustrated, or stressed. It has a nice message sewn on the front as well. There was an array of creatures that were for sale, but this little frog seemed right for the moment. If you are a father in the struggle, here are a few lessons that I have learned during this headache-inducing journey.