How to Loosen Your Shoulders w/ Steve Asaro


Prince Sefa-Boakye talks to Lic. Massage Therapist Steve Asaro at the 4th Annual Harbor Arts Festival. In this interview Steve Asaro shares a common shoulder muscle strain that almost all of us have: The Levator Scapulae Muscle Strain.

The Levator Scapulae Muscle is a muscle which attaches itself onto the neck and upper shoulder scapulae. Steve says its that pain between your shoulder blades and it can arise when you are stressed out. The most common individuals (like myself) who have this strain are those who carry around a heavy single strap bag. However, you don’t need to carry around heavy a bag to feel this pain, Steve says, because it derives from overwhelming stress.

Steve says, if you are stressed out all the time or you feel tense when you are typing away behind a computer, your shoulders will tend to rise up and tighten your Levator Scapulae Muscle. So his biggest advice to everyone out there is to pause during the day and try to recognize if your shoulders are rising up–if so, you should take a deep breath and relax your shoulders. Being mindful of this will help you break this subconscious habit.

So for all of you bloggers out there, be sure to relax shoulders during and after you blog!

Steve Asaro and his services can be found in Downtown Boston, Massachusetts (at Seaport Hotel and Fort Point Wellness) and you can reach him on Facebook at www.facebook.com/stevenasarolmt.

He can also be reached via email (steve.asaro@gmail.com) and phone 978-648-1417. He does individual appointments and house
calls.

For more of my radio talks and interviews go to www.urbusinessnetwork.com

Saturday Book Read w/ Sharine Jones: The End of Chapter of 4, The End of Shattered Fairy Tales


 “Reflections of A Woman’s Indiscretions“

This book is dedicated to my mother Elena, grandmothers Josephine & Evril, & to all the Ladies in my life – Strong women I have seen Prevail no matter the circumstances or challenges.

Previously….

Saturday Book Read w/ Sharine JonesHis voice was deep, loud, and distinct. I heard him ask Faith saying, “Where Sharine at?!”

Lying her ass off, she answered, “I don’t know, but she’s not here.”

Apparently he knew better because he must have walked through the parking lot and saw my car there.

“Don’t lie, Faith! I just want to talk to her,” I heard him say.

Before Faith could answer him, I heard another voice: a man. It was another neighbor and Faith’s long time family friend, Desmond. Evidently, Desmond heard what was going on; he wanted to make sure that everything was good with Faith, considering he didn’t know Slimm.

I heard Desmond ask, “What’s the problem?”

Slimm responded aggressively, “There is no problem!”

“There must be a problem,” Desmond answered with confidence.

I could hear the tension and hostility that were building inside the two men’s voices; I peeked out the window to only see Faith standing between the two of them. Then the inevitable happened, Slimm pulled his gun on Desmond!

~*~

Finding her words, Faith nervously replies: “Slimm, come on! What are you doing?! Put that shit away!”

Desmond was staggered. “It’s not that serious; and I don’t want any problems. I’m just trying to protect where I lay my head,” he said

Faith then hastily used her body as a shield to protect Desmond by standing in front him; she knew Slimm wouldn’t harm her. Desmond then turned around and walked slowly up the stairs– back into his apartment with Faith following behind him. I was relieved to know that Desmond and Faith made it to their rooms safely with no bullet holes to their bodies–more so, I was pleased to see Slimm gone. But, in less than five minutes, Faith’s phone rang and it was him again–this time venting out (on speaker phone) to Faith about what transpired between him and Desmond.

Instead of hearing him apologize for his disrespectful behavior, I heard him say that he was two blocks away (at 49th Street School) waiting for Desmond to meet him there.

Faith dismissed his words saying, “Slimm! No one wants any issues! Just go on home!

He rebuked with a threat,

“That nigga don’t know me! I should come back and blow his head off!”

Faith allowed him to vent his anger–in hopes of him calming down. Finally his rant ended and the conversation was over.

I sat there helplessly for a while thinking on how I got myself into this ordeal. I knew then it would be a difficult task to remove this man from my life, especially since I was going to live with him; I felt stuck between a fence and a brick wall. I knew what needed to be done, but I wasn’t yet brave or ready. To top it off, I put my friend in danger. Slimm was not only intimidating me, but my loved ones too. Faith confided with me later that she shared “the gun incident” with her boyfriend—and he advised that I should stay away from Slimm. He said that it would only be a matter of time before he pointed his gun at me.

The next morning, when I was leaving for work, Blu’s mother was waiting for me; she wanted to tell me that I had to move. She went on to say that she will not allow of what happened the night before to occur again. Although my in-laws were nowhere to be seen that night, they saw and heard everything. I now had a couple of days to pack my things and be gone. But, I mean, could I blame her? Hell no! Slimm put innocent people in danger–and for no reason at all! I wasn’t going to argue with her about it. The apartment building was her property and what he did was unacceptable. I told her that I understood and went off to work.

I was so angry! I couldn’t hold back my tears. He was making everything in my life harder than it needed to be. And what was he doing for me? Besides stressing me out! Slowly, I was getting tired of him and his ignorant behavior. On my way to work, I called him to ask about the status of my apartment. Also, I wanted him to be aware that I had a couple of days to move, thanks to his reckless behavior.

When he responded, his voice was so calm and warm—the complete opposite from the night before.

“I’ll find out for you and I’ll let you know,” he said.

He did not respond to what I told him in regards to his reckless behavior. Nor did he take responsibility for the incident. Once again, he swept it under the rug and I ultimately left it there.

Reflecting back, I can’t believe how I thought my life with him would be a fairy tale. It might have started out that way, but it was turning into a horror story. There was nothing enchanting or magical about our relationship. I was unhappily aware that my Prince Charming was a fraud; I just didn’t want to accept it.

THIS IS THE END OF SATURDAY BOOK READ W/ SHARINE JONES. THANK YOU ALL FOR READING AND SHARING HER STORIES WITH FRIENDS AND FAMILY.

EVEN THOUGH SHARINE AND PRINCE ARE SADDENED BY THIS DECISION, THEY ARE OPTIMISTIC OF THE INTENSIVE WORK THAT THEY WILL BE INPUTTING IN TO MAKE  “REFLECTIONS OF A WOMAN’S INDISCRETIONS”  A PRINTED NOVEL! IN THE MEANTIME PLEASE REVISIT SHARINE’S PREVIOUS STORIES AND SHARE THEM WITH FRIENDS FAMILY.

WE ARE PLANNING TO PUBLISH THIS BOOK BEFORE THE END OF 2014!
ALL RIGHTS ARE RESERVED TO SHARINE JONES

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Saturday Book Read w/ Sharine Jones: Shattered Fairy Tales Part 4


“Reflections of A Woman’s Indiscretions“

This book is dedicated to my mother Elena, grandmothers Josephine & Evril, & to all the Ladies in my life – Strong women I have seen Prevail no matter the circumstances or challenges.

Previously….

Saturday Book Read w/ Sharine Jones

After I got my butt whooped, I was more humiliated than ever. I sat in my car, welted and bruised up, asking myself why I would let him continue to hurt me. I was confused–emotionally and mentally. I knew I didn’t deserve his abuses, so “why did I take it?!” The bullshit in a dysfunctional relationship like this one can be detrimental to a woman’s health and well-being. Again, “Love” has the power to flourish with beauty or burn one’s house to the ground.

No, I didn’t deserve the abuse; I was a good girlfriend. My problem was belittling myself for allowing him to continue to shame and disrespect me. It was crazy too! One minute I’d be fierce thinking I can do bad all by myself; I don’t need this or him! Then the next minute I will be feeble and weak. But my thoughts of strength that day (when he spanked me), were like many days: short-lived. Because the next thing I knew, I totally agreed to meet him later at his aunt’s house, where he will be temporarily staying; because he was at odds with his grandmother.

As soon as he called, I went running. I knew it was wrong, but I went anyway. And when he saw me that night, he apologized. He babied me, rubbed my feet, and loved me the way he use to; I forgave him for everything. It was as if I was under his spell. I was in a trance and I couldn’t break it.

~*~

Summer was in full effect; the kids were out of school and now in day camp.Not only was I busy with my son Jordan’s basketball and baseball season, but I was still looking for an apartment. On one Saturday afternoon, when my kids and I were leaving Jordan’s baseball game, Slimm chirped me:  “Baby, I found you a spot.

His family owned a building where the apartment was located; he was helping to clean the vacant apartment and asked if it was available. Surprisingly, it was! And it could be ready in the next two weeks! I didn’t believe him at first, so I had to see it for myself. Nothing came easy for me, so it was a shock for me when he did chirp with the good news. Once I saw the apartment I was more than ready to move in. My current living arrangements were finally coming to an end. I appreciated the hospitality that Faith and her mother provided, but I missed having my own home which I could share it with my kids. It had only been six months, but it felt like years had flown by.

The apartment was charming; it had one bedroom, one bath, and a loft area, which I was going to hook up for the kids [because I’m creative like that!]. However, the kitchen was my favorite room. It was perfect! It had a panel of windows that showed the beauty of Los Angeles. Another plus was that Blu’s apartment was down the hill from my kids’ school which was about five minutes away – it was ideal! What wasn’t ideal was that I was moving into the housing property of Slimm’s people. And I also made a conscious decision to move-in with me and my kids.

Stupid, I know! Reflecting back, I think I must’ve been out of my mind because this was one of the biggest mistakes of my life. The reality was we were both in similar situations; he was sleeping on his aunt’s sofa and I needed an apartment. The agreement was we would split the rent and the cost of utilities. To this day, I don’t know why I didn’t think critically about this situation. Deep in my heart I knew it was the wrong thing to do for obvious reasons: first was the fact that I was still legally married to another man; second, my kids weren’t exactly receptive to Slimm although they were polite and respectful; and third, our relationship was a wreck. Why I thought it would be different, once we did move-in together, was beyond my comprehension. Secretly within my own heart, I thought he would change; and I also hoped for the best. I believed we could make it if we tried. I also thought he would appreciate the family life and alter his behavior for the better. I’m mad at myself for being so foolish and selfish–allowing him to live under the same roof with my kids after we spent six months apart in separate homes. I was a fool for thinking with my own heart instead of my head. In this case I deserved an ass whoopin’.

The apartment wouldn’t be ready for us to move-in for another two weeks, due to repairs and upgrades. Within that timeframe I informed everybody, who was important in my life, about my plans to move in with Slimm. And I was not surprised by the overwhelming number of negative responses from my action.

Blu was against the idea, but what could he do? I was not a good listener; I was stubborn and I always knew what was best for me. No wonder my life was always so challenging. My sister and girlfriends loved that I found an apartment, but they weren’t feeling my living arrangements–specifically Slimm as my roommate. They knew the business –Slimm and I were always arguing and fighting – but they also knew that I was going to do what I wanted despite their objections. So they didn’t bother to try to talk me out of it. My cousin Shannon was the one who was like, “You crazy, cuz!” Her words, from that day forward, stuck with me. But I disregarded it–pretending not to care.

One week prior to my move, Slimm did some ignorant shit: “He was on one” (angry) because I was late meeting him at someplace. For one I was busy helping my kids with their homework, which I was at the library for two hours, and I was tired from being at work all day. So I was not in the mood for his tantrum. After my kids were taken care of, I then headed straight to Faith’s house to call it a night. But, all the while, he was blowing up my phone–which I kept ignoring of course.

I finally made it to the Faith’s place, which I pulled my car into the back parking lot and walked inside. Tamela, Faith’s mom, was home and Faith was upstairs at her neighbor’s apartment. So I went upstairs to join her; so I could fill her in about the latest drama in my life.

Immediately I told Faith, “If Slimm calls, tell him I’m not here!

She understood my drama, and agreed to saying, “Girl, don’t worry. I’ll let him know.

Surprisingly, Slimm didn’t call me at all. But what surprised me even more was his unexpected visit to Blu’s family’s housing property–like he just popped up out of nowhere. I was frightened by his bold choice–“Why would he come here?!” He’s never been as audacious to step foot on the Eastside of LA, especially where Blu’s family lived. To make matters worse he had balls to approach Faith’s front door–banging on it like he was the police. Let me just say that if Tamela had to answer her door, she would’ve roasted his ass–and that’s just putting it mildly. Knowing what Faith’s mother was capable of, she quickly ran down the stairs in an attempt to make him leave. While Faith was confronting the Big Bad Wolf downstairs, I hid inside a bedroom. Even though I was upstairs, I could still hear their conversation–especially Slimm’s mouth.

His voice was deep, loud, and distinct. I heard him ask Faith saying, “Where Sharine at?!

Lying her ass off, she answered, “I don’t know, but she’s not here.

Apparently he knew better because he must have walked through the parking lot and saw my car there.

Don’t lie, Faith! I just want to talk to her,” I heard him say.

Before Faith could answer him, I heard another voice: a man. It was another neighbor and Faith’s long time family friend, Desmond. Evidently, Desmond heard what was going on; he wanted to make sure that everything was good with Faith, considering he didn’t know Slimm.

I heard Desmond ask, “What’s the problem?

Slimm responded aggressively, “There is no problem!

There must be a problem,” Desmond answered with confidence.

I could hear the tension and hostility that were building inside the two men’s voices; I peeked out the window to only see Faith standing between the two of them. Then the inevitable happened, Slimm pulled his gun on Desmond!

STAY TUNED NEXT WEEK TO READ THE NEXT THRILLING CHAPTER OF SHARINE’S UPCOMING AUTOBIOGRAPHY, “REFLECTIONS OF A WOMAN’S INDISCRETIONS”

ALL RIGHTS ARE RESERVED TO SHARINE JONES. 

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Saturday Book Read w/ Sharine Jones: Shattered Fairy Tales Part 3


Reflections of A Woman’s Indiscretions

This book is dedicated to my mother Elena, grandmothers Josephine & Evril, & to all the Ladies in my life – Strong women I have seen Prevail no matter the circumstances or challenges.

Previously…

Saturday Book Read w/ Sharine JonesWithout any forethought or hesitation, I took my heel off and hurled it at him. He grabbed me and wrestled me onto the bed–putting his hand over my mouth to muffle my screams. I kicked him and he threw me off of the bed and onto the floor. That’s when I knew I had enough.I didn’t come all the way to Las Vegas to fight, or worse, go to jail. I separated myself away from him, and went into the bathroom to shower. I returned to find him passed out on the sofa.

The sun rose a few hours later and it was as if nothing ever happened. He woke up in a loving mood asking what I wanted to do for the day. I didn’t say a word about the night before; I let it go–I didn’t want another unnecessary argument. That last day was drama-free; we enjoyed a gondola ride at the Venetian Hotel. The day continued with more pictures, more cocktails, and more denial of our dysfunctional relationship.

~*~

The following Sunday was one of the most memorable and worst experiences I had with Slimm. This episode hurt a bit more than the ones prior because I became all to aware of my desperation for his love, which disturbed me. I was falling deeper into the pit. But it didn’t stop me from wanting to be with him.

Remember, prior to the demand of digital and cell phone cameras, when film had to be developed the old fashioned way? Well this brings me to the day I picked up my developed pictures from our trip to Las Vegas. I couldn’t wait to share those photos with Slimm! It was the following Sunday after our getaway and everything up until this point was perfect until, that is, I called him.

He was mean and short-tempered, acting like he had no time to spare for me.

       “Yeah, what’s up?” He answered sounding in a preoccupied tone.

       “Hey baby, I want to show you the pictures from Vegas! Where you at?” I replied

        “I’m busy right now. I’ll holla at you later.”

I didn’t say a word or push the issue because clearly it wasn’t going to get me anywhere. I remained silent as I sat in my car thinking how stupid I was. I knew that I didn’t have to put up with his mood swings and physical mistreatment, but I wasn’t strong enough or ready to fallback. Instead I’d fall deeper for him–I was a sucker for love.

After blowing me off, he chirped (called me) a little while later agreeing that he would meet me on Sanchez Drive which is up in the Hills. I knew, based on our conversation, that he was moody and irritable–but I just didn’t know why.

It couldn’t have been me since I haven’t seen him all day! Why would he even agree to meet me if he didn’t really want to see me? These were few of the thoughts that ran through my mind, including why was I subjecting myself to such bullshit? Even after I realized that he was in a funk, which he didn’t want me around, I still forced myself to be there and begged him to talk to me. I should’ve known when to leave certain situations alone–forcing myself on him would only worsen my circumstances.

Looking back I recognized how desperate I was to keep him around. Slimm would be a jerk for no reason at all, and I would beg him to tell me what I did to deserve his wrath. He provided no answers, but only threats of departure. And so, I foolishly and frequently begged him to stay in my life. At the time, I didn’t consider my value. It’s a sad thing when a woman doesn’t recognize her self-worth. Our relationship was out of control, but I was extremely needy and scared of being alone; he knew it and played on it. No wonder he felt that he could do as he please–-he knew I wasn’t going anywhere. It’s crazy how a girl’s confidence and self-esteem can shatter, based on another person’s love and approval. I was not a naïve teenager in love; I was a grown woman who allowed this man to do whatever he wanted with me– whether it be glorious or tragic.

He sat there silently glancing from one picture to the next. It was obvious that there was a lack of emotion. He didn’t say anything; it was weird. He was straight faced the entire time with a hint of evil in his eyes. Then his phone rang. He was secretive, sort of talking in a code that I was oblivious to; he was being so private that my curiosity peaked. I was itching to know who was on the other end of the phone.

With an attitude I said, “Who was that?

That’s all it took for his anger to go from 1 to 10 in two seconds flat. In so many words, he basically told me it was his business–and none of mine. The nerve of him! He didn’t even want my children’s father calling me, but he could talk to whomever, whenever, and do whatever pleases him. It was annoying and more frustrating for me. But again, I didn’t want to lose him, and so I put up with all of the extras.

My question to him created a scene that I will never forget as long as I live. He became so angry that I don’t even remember the words that were coming from his mouth. But what I do remember was the foul language and spit that was flying everywhere. That was the sign for me to bust a move–and I didn’t hesitate. With the quickness, I opened the passenger door and made a dash for my car which was parked across the street. I dashed fast–so fast that my shoe came off. But when I turned back to retrieve it, I was a second too late–he beat me to it.

He grabbed me, picked up my shoe and instantaneously began spanking me with it. I screamed, begging him to stop, but he wouldn’t listen; I was reduced to a child. I felt each and every slap and smack on my ass, thighs, and legs. I felt like a little girl receiving a beating from her father–but even little girls don’t get their little behinds beat like that.

It was senseless drama in broad daylight–in the middle of the street no less! I tried to pull away from his grip, but that only made his grip tighter and my beating longer–but I continued to fight. As I fought to escape his clutches, a family in a Lexus truck approached us and stopped his car.

The driver, who was a middle-aged man, lowered his window and told Slimm: “Aye man; back off! That’s a little lady you got there.

        “You better get the fuck outta here before I fuck you up!” Slimm responded.

Without any hesitation, the driver drove off–leaving me there to feel the wrath of Slimm.
Slimm was 6’6 and he carried himself like a thug; he was always strapped (armed). He knew how to intimidate people which was a fact. But “on low key”, I was attracted to it initially. A feared man was a turn on, but I didn’t expect myself to be feared by him too. However, this wasn’t the first time that I saw him use intimidation to scare people away.

On one particular night, Slimm and I were driving home from LAX when a SUV pulled up on the side of us. Everything was calm.  The streets were ghost (empty) and I didn’t know what sparked the confrontation between Slimm and the driver in the SUV–but they exchanged words; talking shit to each other. But their heated exchange of words wasn’t enough for Slimm and so he took it to a step further: he pulled out his gun, holding and extending it with his right hand, and pointed it at the guy’s face! That dude did not pause to bust a right turn onto Century Blvd, when he saw the barrel of Slimm’s gun. I remembered sitting there, stuck on stupid, asking myself as to what just happened. I thought to myself: “What if that dude pulled out his gun and used it on us?” That’s when I became conscious of his enjoyment of instilling fear in people; there was definitely a pattern to Slimm’s behavior. In that moment I just sat in the passenger seat thanking God that it hadn’t turned that serious.

After I got my butt whooped, I was more humiliated than ever. I sat in my car, welted and bruised up, asking myself why I would let him continue to hurt me. I was confused–emotionally and mentally. I knew I didn’t deserve his abuses, so “why did I take it?!” The bullshit in a dysfunctional relationship like this one can be detrimental to a woman’s health and well-being. Again, “Love” has the power to flourish with beauty or burn one’s house to the ground.

No, I didn’t deserve the abuse; I was a good girlfriend. My problem was belittling myself for allowing him to continue to shame and disrespect me. It was crazy too! One minute I’d be fierce thinking I can do bad all by myself; I don’t need this or him! Then the next minute I will be feeble and weak. But my thoughts of strength that day (when he spanked me), were like many days: short-lived. Because the next thing I knew, I totally agreed to meet him later at his aunt’s house, where he will be temporarily staying; because he was at odds with his grandmother.

As soon as he called, I went running. I knew it was wrong, but I went anyway. And when he saw me that night, he apologized. He babied me, rubbed my feet, and loved me the way he use to; I forgave him for everything. It was as if I was under his spell. I was in a trance and I couldn’t break it.

STAY TUNED NEXT WEEK TO READ THE NEXT STORY OF SHARINE’S UPCOMING AUTOBIOGRAPHY “REFLECTIONS OF A WOMAN’S INDISCRETIONS”

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO SHARINE JONES

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Prince In The City’s Twitter Questions Answered!


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During my interview with extraordinary professionals, I take questions from the Twitterverse for my guest to answer.

Today I invited James Arena-DeRosa, Candidate for Lt. Governor in Massachusetts, and asked him questions about his plans for Massachusetts and what inspired him to run for Lt. Governor. Here are the questions that I pulled from Twitter.

From my interview with James, he told me that he applauds Governor Patrick’s efforts. James recognizes that Massachusetts has been hit hard with harsh winters–and that the recently passed Farm Bill has cut SNAP Benefits. However, he is enthusiastic that the $20 million dollars in federal aid will leverage SNAP Benefits, which will put another $80 in the pockets of many families in Massachusetts. James says it is consistent with the Democratic values of inclusivity, and shows how leveraging federal programs can help thousands of struggling American families–especially in Massachusetts.

From my interview with James, he told me that many people in Massachusetts have neglected this important issue; he is striving to bring awareness in his campaign. However, he praised the success of one small elementary school in Brockton, Ma (which has changed their breakfast plans from 150 to 600 breakfasts) and how they were able to yield a tremendous impact towards their students and their academic achievements. He says if one little school in Brockton can do it, so can many.

By following this example, it will leave millions of dollars on the table for the people of Massachusetts to use. By investing and raising awareness on this important issue, it will solidify four important foundations of society: health, education, economy, and children

If you have more questions, or if you need clarification on any one of these questions, please go to www.jad2014.com, and contact his campaign.

Saturday Book Read w/ Sharine Jones: Chapter 4 Shattered Fairy Tales


Reflections of A Woman’s Indiscretions

This book is dedicated to my mother Elena, grandmothers Josephine & Evril, & to all the Ladies in my life – Strong women I have seen Prevail no matter the circumstances or challenges.

Previously….

1932484_10202699833952478_1619402301_nLike a good girlfriend, I was there for him undeniably. And later that morning, I went to visit him–driving my car with a black plastic bag covering my broken window. I was so embarrassed in more ways than one. It was Sunday and most of the window repair shops were closed, so there was nothing I could do. However, by Monday afternoon–when his grandmother bailed him out from jail–he took care of my window, which was the least he could do for me.

Slimm’s grandmother always bailed him out. No matter how many problems that Slimm got himself into, she was always there to pick up the pieces. That’s the reason why he never held himself accountable for anything; why he refused to take responsibility; and why he always found a way to justify his wrongdoings. Slimm’s entire life was defined by escaping consequences and avoiding punishment. It was plain to see why he evaded all consequences and punishments in the real world too.

Shattered Fairy Tales

Chapter 4

Before my marriage with Blu and my love affair with Slimm, I believed that fairy tales were joyful, extravagant, beautiful, and usually ended with a “happily ever after” ending.  As a child my perception of love was derived from stories such as Cinderella–where the heroine would be rescued from her unhappy life by a charming man who loves her deeply. Even as a grown woman, I held on to the thought that one day I’d find my true love and live “happily ever after.” It’s corny, I know. And maybe that’s why I am a little silly, naive, or just a romantic at heart. Whichever it may be, I am happy. I am happy that my heart has not turned cold, despite everything that has happened to me.

I was married with children by the time I was twenty, and by twenty-five I just wanted it to be over. My marriage with Blu was a disaster; we lacked communication, respect, and trust. He gave me no attention. He became controlling and possessive, and called me foul names on a regular basis: “bitch,” “hoe,” “slut” [I’m sure you get the point!]. Furthermore, we hardly spent time together as a couple or a family. I felt unloved by my husband and I began to crave the love that I wasn’t getting at home. I wanted a man to illustrate his love for me, and so I started a long journey of infidelities.

Married women are emotionally safe for the “other man”– at least that’s what I thought. I think men typically like that because there’s no commitment or exclusivity required–and the feelings are unattached. That’s how I would think about it now–but back then, I didn’t think like that way at all. Back then all I knew was that I wanted someone to fill my void. I wanted what I wasn’t getting from my husband – affection and love – and so I settled for more than I should have; because I was a married woman.

Even though I kept it “100,” with the men that I did spend my time with, it only played with my emotions – straight up and down. These guys didn’t have to commit to me. They’d sleep with me, whenever they wanted, and were still able to cling to their freedom – sleeping or dating with whomever they wanted. I gave my goods away (mistakenly associating sex with love) but never receiving them. Instead, all I got were more problems. Looking back, I remembered that I always needed a man to validate me; I needed a man to make me feel important, and to give me meaning.

I was unhappy in my life. I wanted Prince Charming to save me, and provide me with endless happiness. My imagination was something else! I was fooling myself into believing that I would find true love, despite being married. Things in life have to be done decently and in the right order (prioritize), if you want to receive blessings and live a good life. Unfortunately, my life was out of order. Nothing good came out of my affairs. But when I met Slimm, I thought I had cheated the priorities in life; I was finally going to be happy.

I remember one of our first times “kickin’ it,” he took me to a beautiful home in the Hills. The view of Los Angeles was “blingin’” (bright) from the city lights and it was a sensational sight. Music played lightly in the background, and he surprised me with a hot tub, which was bubbling with steam rising from it–he also had fresh strawberries and chilled champagne waiting for me. I was more than amazed that this street dude could be so romantic.

Baby, go inside and put on your bikini,” he said in a sweet tone.

He didn’t have to ask me twice; I quickly followed his instruction.

I returned wearing a hot pink bikini; my breasts were looking plump and tantalizing. And even though I was lacking booty, it was still enough for him grab onto. I was hoping he liked what I had on, because I wanted his hands all over me.

I’m totally feeling him,” I thought to myself, when I stepped into the hot tub–the steaming water tingled my body. A few minutes has passed by and Slimm joined me with two glasses of champagne and a bowl of strawberries. After he gently hand fed me with strawberries, one by one, while sipping on our bubbly, we played with each other in the private spa until we became too hot–and soon we finished what we started upstairs. I went to bed that night feeling that I was in a fairytale – I finally found the man I deserved.

Stay Tuned Next Week To Read The Next Page of Sharine’s Upcoming Autobiography, “Reflections of a Woman’s Indiscretions.”

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Throwback Thursdays: Cuisine & Dining at Artisan Bistro


Every week I post a miscellaneous article/review/blog that I have written in the past or an interview of an extraordinary individual.

This week’s Throwback Thursdays: Cuisine & Dining at Artisan Bistro.

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Having the right breakfast in the morning does make a tremendous difference in your work. And I experienced this while I was dining at Artisan Bistro, which is located inside Ritz Carlton Hotel at Downtown Boston.

Instead of starting my day with a cold bagel and hot coffee (in the size of a paper cup) at either Starbucks or Dunkin’ Donuts, I decided to treat myself to a Three-Star quality breakfast.

The first time that I visited this venue was when I was just promoting for AfriQue Events; I was looking for a venue for Roy AfriQue to host a possible a cocktail/networking event. When I walked in, I assumed Artisan Bistro only served dinner and drinks. But when I took a quick glance at the menu, I soon realized that they also served breakfast and lunch. Seeing this, I then decided to come back the following morning and try their breakfast–and boy was it the best decision that I could have ever made!

This is the very comment I made, when I first sat down at Artisan Bistro that morning:

“To my left was a beautiful retired couple who were sharing their travel adventures with their waiter; To my right was a group of business professionals, sitting at a long table, discussing productivity over a cup of coffee; and to my center was an entrepreneur who was reading the newspaper while conducting business on his laptop with a traveling bag at his side.”

Being surrounded by a group of professionals and entrepreneurs was quite aspiring–it almost felt like a rite of passage. And the mental ease I experienced that morning, cannot be put into words. Ever since my dining experience at Artisan Bistro, I have been enjoying my morning breakfast there for the past eight months!  My philosophy is this:

“If you are going to act like a business person, then you might as well eat like one!”

During my morning breakfasts at Artisan Bistro, I have ran into famous entrepreneurs like Mark Cuban (creator of Shark Tank) and athletic superstar David Ortiz (World Series MVP from the Red Sox)! 

And so my breakfast of choice, if you do decide to come here, is: Raisin Bran Cereal w/ Mixed Berries. (It goes well with a morning newspaper)

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With great food, comes great service. And I want to thank Artisan Bistro and their staff for their excellent food and service. Thank you Ivan, Byron, Robert, Judy, and to the rest of the morning staff for keeping me healthy and well taken care of!

To read my first dining experience at Artisan Bistro, click on the link below.

Cuisine & Dining: Artisan Bistro

Artisan Bistro (during Breakfast hours) is Open Seating, but you can call them to reserve a table at 617-574-7176.

You can also find them on Yelp! and Twitter at @RitzCarlton

Daily Newsfeed


The violence in Ukraine rages on and creates a deepening rift between the East and West despite truce; Families torn apart for more than 60 years by Korean War were reunited at mountain resort in North Korea; New research shows that prolonged periods on your bum puts the elderly at risk for disabilities; 101 year old Florida man is running for Congress; and Fake Viagra pills were sold in Pakistan using President Obama’s image. All this and more, please follow the links below.

Violence in Ukraine rages on

Families were reunited after 60 years of separation from Korean War

New research shows that prolonged periods on your bum puts the elderly at risk for disabilities

101 year old Florida man is running for mayor

Fake Pakistani Viagra pills sold in Obama’s image

Facebook buys What’s App, in attempts to dominate social media

Daily Newsfeed


Today marks the 50th Anniversary of President JFK’s assassination; Harry Reid invokes the “Nuclear Option,” changing the Senate forever; House Speaker John Boehner is officially enrolled in Obamacare; Studies show that unemployment makes men age faster; and The DC government owns a strip club. All this and more, please follow the links below.

Remembering JFK after 50 yrs

Sen. Harry Reid changes the Senate forever

House Speaker is officially enrolled in Obamacare

Unemployment makes men age faster, studies show

DC Gov owns a strip club

Daily Newsfeed


US & UK made a secret deal to allow NSA collect personal data of Britons; The horrible beginnings of the NSA spy avalanche; Senators are planning to use defense bill to force NSA to disclose more of its surveillance program; Time Magazine shows President JFK’s most iconic moments; and A condom contest produces 812 ideas for improvement. All this and more, please follow the links below.

US, UK struck deal to allow NSA collect personal data of Britons

The beginning of the NSA spy avalanche

Senators pushing Defense bill to force NSA to disclose more

JFK Remembered after 50 yrs–his most iconic moments

Condom Contest produces 812 ideas for improvement

Motivation Mondays: Treat Every Misfortune As A Gift


It’s Monday, the beginning of a new week, and you need words of motivation to start your week off right.

This week’s words of motivation: Treat Every Misfortune As A Gift

In this 3 minute TED talk video, we see brand strategist and brain tumor survivor, Stacy Kramer, give a most touching talk of an unlikely gift that changed her life forever. Stacy does not only do a brilliant job in drawing the audience into her story, but questioning their own motives in life.

When I watched the first few minutes of Stacy’s TED talk, I was emotionally drawn into her story; I really wanted to know what was inside that box. What she described to me, and to everyone, was everything that I ever wanted from life–especially eight weeks of doing absolutely nothing. However, it would not be until she opened the box that I (including everyone else) had to take a step back and question my own motives in life–maybe the misfortunes that exists in our own lives are actually gifts in disguise.

“The next time you’re faced with something that’s unexpected, unwanted and uncertain, consider that it just may be a gift.” –Stacy Kramer

So this week, treat every misfortune as a gift no matter how big or small. Stacy’s gift truly altered her life forever; she obtained everything that most people dream for a lifetime. Although I may not want Stacy’s gift in the size of a golf ball, but I do want what comes with it: adoration and rest.

If you wish to follow Stacy Kramer and her TED Talks go to: http://www.ted.com/speakers/stacey_kramer.html

You can also follow Stacy’s branding company, BrandPlay, at http://www.brandplay.com/

If you are curious of what is a hemangioblastoma? go to http://nyp.org/health/hemangioblastomas.html

or go to wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hemangioblastoma