Time to toss out the marriage vows

That’s right, crumple them up. Throw ‘em in the dumpster. Set fire to them in a wastebasket. Put ‘em through the shredder. It’s time to replace them with the pyramid.
What? A pyramid? Please explain.

Well, I’m glad you asked.

The marriage vows we recite in church are hopelessly antiquated. Just the instruction to “obey” should be a red flag. Give me a break! Who is supposed to obey who? Is it a structured thing like speaking only in French on Sundays?

“Honey please do the dishes?” “Sorry buttercup but it’s your day to obey. Get busy! Oh, and bonjour!”
Get the idea? Now let’s take a different approach. Sure, you can recite those meaningless words at the ceremony to please your 98-year-old great grandma, but the fact remains your marriage will be subject to less testing and less chance of divorce if you counsel with your pastor (or even someone with a marriage on solid ground) on the seven building blocks that make for a lasting relationship. Three at the base, three more in the middle, and the crown on the pyramid. Let’s look from the bottom up.

The base of the pyramid:

As mentioned, there are three blocks that support the pyramid; the foundation so to speak. They not only intertwine, they support the middle of the structure as well.
One of these is honesty. This is perhaps the most important supporting piece of the pyramid. Are you completely honest with your partner when it counts? I’m not talking about “Do I look fat in this?”. I’m talking about things that really matter, like Sammy at work seems a little two interested or how much credit card debt the other has. A daily open and honest discussion about your lives apart as well as your lives together. Do this daily and unflinchingly and you have the first cornerstone in place.

The second of the three foundation pieces is fidelity. Oh yeah, this is an important one. It was physical attraction that brought you together in the first place, and the out of body experience that goes with your love-making (virgins can skip this part and replace it with watching The Bachelor together) is something you want to preserve and reserve only for each other. Infidelity is a relationship-killer. It can be survivable, but only in certain instances. A drunken one-night stand, immediately and tearfully confessed to may not damage the relationship to the point of extinction, but it certainly will put it to the test. Note how honesty comes into play here. As I said, the blocks are intertwined. The bottom line is to agree not to cheat, and never, ever break that promise.

The third is a complete willingness to work as a team. Always. When you agree to this unswerving relationship, this aspect may have been under-discussed. It is a learning process, but the agreement should be made well in advance of the division of duties. It’s simple. If one person goes through money like shit through a short dog, the other should have control of the finances. If one partner hates yard work, the other should shoulder the burden without complaint. Trust me, when you have children and still don’t have this teamwork approach worked out, you are looking for trouble. Kids are a game-changer and that is not the time to find out you are in a master-servant relationship.


On to the next level. Now what block will fit snugly atop the honesty foundation?

Trust, that’s what. Complete, unfettered honesty leads to trust. If you can’t trust your partners words to be true, how can the relationship ever last? And trust is not only conveyed in words. Actions and body language can tell you much more than words. You may find yourself entangled with a championship bullshit artist, or let jealousy cloud your judgement over innocent actions. It’s a slippery slope, and one that takes time to navigate. Time will tell. Don’t let the haze of sexual bliss or jealousy keep you from making sound relationship decisions. Bottom line: Trust your gut, trust your partner, and give it some time to grow.

Now, how about fidelity? What would naturally spring from prolonged fidelity?

Commitment. You may agree upon a monogamous relationship at some point (and if neither one of you ever brings it up shame on you), but it is only with a proven period of steadfast eye contact in your most intimate moments that commitment has become clear. Your commitment to fidelity should be a regularly discussed point, and honesty is paramount without judgement. We, are after all, human, and young lovers are given to fantasy and flights of fancy. When you keep these thoughts to yourself you may be guilty of entertaining possibilities. Talk openly and without prejudice, knowing that your commitment is strong enough to withstand the twinges of jealousy that frank discussion can bring. Some may even find it a bit arousing and challenging, which can lead to fierce lovemaking. Would you rather argue about it instead? Think about that. The choice is yours.

Five blocks in place and two to go. What gets dredged up from the sand to be cemented into place over working as a team?

Self-sacrifice. Relationships are a constant game of give and take. Are you selfless enough to be up to the task? This aspect of a relationship can be quite tricky, and both can find it easy to take advantage of the other. If you are any kind of a decent person, you will get a sense when things are becoming overwhelming to the other. And many times, the stressors are outside of your relationship. Both of you need to tune into that sixth sense and realize you need to pick up the ball today, this, week, this year, whatever it takes. Self-sacrifice is one of the truest expressions of love, and it can also go unrequited if your partner’s suffering runs deep. Patience is the key. “For better or worse” is one of the only marriage vows that makes sense to me. So, let’s keep that one and make it part of the teamwork pyramid building block.

There is only one word that can adequately top the pyramid: Intimacy. And I am not talking about that in between the sheets type of intimacy. No, if you both live up to the expectations the building blocks beneath create, the natural progression leads to complete harmony; the “two becomes one” masterpiece that is marriage.

With an infinitely complete understanding and commitment to the team, a never broken promise of fidelity, and unfettered honesty without judgement, your marriage will withstand the test of time.
Sure, there will be disagreements, arguments, even a slip in one area or another. Just promise yourself you won’t be the one to chip away at those cornerstones. Because a steady erosion of those building blocks will eventually topple the pyramid, leaving nothing but regret on the part of the one who lived up to the expectations, but slowly came to realize the other had little interest in the pyramid, but simply pretended to play along. You should see the signs well before you recite those vows, so talk it out very thoroughly and honestly before you take that walk down the aisle.

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Six questions to ask yourself before choosing a career as an entertainer

1. Do people identify with you? Your own gender wants to be you and the opposite sex wants to be with you.

2. Can you personally interact with a large group of people? Making your audience feel a part of your entertainment experience is crucial to your success.

3. Does your message resonate? Whether it be acting, music, dance, or comedy your performance needs to move people in some way…to bring emotions to the surface and touch them inwardly. I met a waitress in Texas that had a local artist’s lyrics tattooed on her arm. A perfect example.

4. Are you marketable? Talent is a bonus, but the amount of talent takes a back seat to marketability. This is nothing new to the industry. Bringing something unique to the table gets you noticed. Talent, of course, will determine whether you will stay in it for the long run. You need to evolve to remain viable and not be remembered as a one trick pony or one hit wonder.

5. Are you prepared to struggle? Most artists begin in poverty, but the steady “real job” paycheck will sap your energy and dim your interest if you let it. It isn’t exactly an all-in situation, but be prepared to expend a lot of energy on very little sleep if you try to do both. Either way, it will be a struggle.

6. Do you have a reliable support system? Whether it be your significant other, band mates, friends, or parents, people that understand you have your eye on the prize and are willing to make sacrifices to help you achieve your goal are extremely important. If your support system collapses, your career may shortly follow.

Entertaining is a labor of love. Just the satisfaction from your performance efforts will be your only motivation for a long time. Faith, determination, and patience are key to your success. 

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Nine signs it is time to come back to St. Martin

1. You don’t like the looks of that sky.

If you are lucky, there will be no rain, sleet, or snow coming out of those grey clouds. We specialize in blue skies and it rains mostly late at night here, if at all.

2. Vitamin D withdrawal (sunshine)

Ah, that brilliant golden orb, bathing your skin in warmth and natural vitamins. If you look outside and wonder where it went; look no further. We have it right here.

3. You are craving sand gravity

The term “sand gravity” is a well-known phrase with our regulars; that feeling you get when you settle into your beach chair and decide to cancel your plans for the rest of the day. Incidentally, wouldn’t that have made a great ending for the movie Gravity if Sandra Bullock crawled up onto the shores of Club Orient? Whoa! Is this earth?

4. Your friends at work just don’t understand

I’m referring to annoying your colleagues with stories from your last vacation to the point where they can't stand you anymore and hide when they see you coming.

5. You’re cold

Really cold. Always cold. Waking up cold. Going through your day cold. Going to bed cold. Wondering if your furnace thermostat is lying to you. Wearing so many layers of clothing, your laundry pile is doubled from the summer months. At least it’s warm by the dryer.

6. You can’t get off the internet

You belong to six St. Martin Facebook groups and follow thirty-five like pages. It may seem obsessive to some, but you quietly explain it keeps you from looking out your window.

7. Culinary frustration

Try as you might, you just can’t make the same croissants and baguettes you have come to love here at home, so you ask for them at the supermarket, where they look at you like you are nuts. You confirm this when you leave the place, screaming obscenities.

8. You engage in pirate fantasies

The bottle of rum you brought back home is empty. Anguish ensues. You look for a parrot that will perch on your shoulder in pet stores. They can’t stop laughing.

9. You are dreading the holidays

People ask what your menu for Thanksgiving and Christmas is going to be and you answer Johnny cakes, conch fritters, and grilled shrimp. They make other plans, believing you may be losing your mind.

If you are exhibiting at least three of these signs or symptoms, it is time to come back. Don’t delay! Book a trip now and get some relief!

Who is really your friend when it comes to social media?

I have lost three old friends over the last couple of years. Not in a physical sense. They are still very much alive. I lost them on account of social media.

There are those that say something gets lost in translation with the disparity between the typed word and personal conversation. While that may be true, this was not the case when it came to these three individuals. The social media interactions that led to the friendship collapses revealed one surprising revelation only. The other two were in retrospect, tentative friendships at best, marked by thinly-veiled resentments evident from day one. On to the cases in point:

Ex-friend number one was a band mate from nearly forty years ago. We parted ways when I left a band destined to play bars and frat parties forever, and the band leaders were not in the least interested in recording, or taking things to the next level. Despite an association with an agency that built the careers of Christopher Cross and Stevie Ray Vaughn (playing the same circuit that gave rise to their popularity), the polarizing difference was a song list full of copy music; 1980’s drivel.

Prior to that group was one I led, and I had us on a mission to stardom. We invested every spare dollar in recording, and the resulting EP was to be our stepping stone to a recording contract. The problem was, only two of the four other members were actually on board with my plan. One was fearful he would be cut in the contract process, and the other never felt comfortable with our original material, perhaps sharing that same fear of dismissal that the next level might bring. They also believed they were much smarter than I; second-guessing every move I made and finding glory in mistakes that would invariably be made by a 22 year-old band leader.

These two factors made me dismissive towards them. My focus was on the two songwriters in the group. Although they had distinctively different styles and influences, there was a fusion-like quality that was also distinctive; like nothing else out there.

You would think the naysayers would be one of the people I had to unceremoniously drop from my circle of online friends, right? Not so. It was one of the songwriters.

He inquired about the master tapes that never made their way to vinyl, and I still had them. I shipped them off to LA (where he now resides), and he mastered them in the hopes of making some money off the finished project. And although we still had a couple of hundred admirers who associated that group with the best years of their lives, their interest in the music was limited to paying for postage at best. Just hearing the songs again on our “like” page was enough for most, if not all of them.

Fast-forward to the tipping point: A last-minute excursion to the city where we first met quickly escalated to a live performance reunion. Everyone was all in except for this disappointed individual. A free plane ticket was offered, as well as a place to stay. Food was not a factor either. He was adamant in his refusal to attend, so we carried on in his absence, performing a couple of songs from the never-released EP, plus quite a few new ones from the songwriter who was still active in the music industry.

An obligatory band picture was (of course), taken and I assembled a “then and now” photo, Photoshopping the missing member into the “now” shot with the only available 38 year-old photo (his social media profile does not have a photo less than 35 years old).

That’s when the trouble started. He sent me an email, saying he had a screenwriter interested in my novels. This was exciting news indeed, but it was quickly followed by a request to take the collage picture down. It was not long after that when the reunion-attending band member sent me an email excerpt from a candid, private conversation between the now-angry non-attendee and myself concerning the direction he was taking with his continuing musical career. My remarks would have been hurtful, but we had already discussed this very subject personally while we were there. It was old news, and a subject that was explained to me in the context of his current location. “Red Dirt” music is all the rage in Texas these days, and my friend was simply following the money trail. This genre was unbeknownst to me, and I experienced it for myself the following year when I was privileged to perform with this gentleman in Texas the following year.

The screenplay offer was, of course, fake, and concocted in an effort to humiliate me (as was the copy and pasted private email conversation). To this day, I don’t know what set this guy off. Perhaps he has not aged well (which would explain no current pictures). His ex let me know he was nearly homeless, despite posts about upcoming recording projects and endless pictures of a large hill he owned a part of.

But the root in full retrospect seems to be a perception that I ruined his career before his 25^th birthday. Although that sounds ludicrous, it is the only reasonable conclusion I could reach. Perhaps he would have been plucked from small-town obscurity had we never met. Most likely not, and he was also still a very young man when we parted ways so many years’ ago. It’s hard to blame yourself when your dreams don’t come true for some. I have never had that problem.

Anyway, the onslaught of venom ended our friendship forever. Delete delete delete. Gone. Good luck with that attitude buddy.

Ex-friend number two was a friendship of much shorter duration. My first “real job” was with a manufacturing company with a very rich and very eccentric founder and president. He took an immediate liking to me, and I quickly became part of his inner circle, which consisted of a female office manager, an accountant, and me. His loyalty to them shielded them from any disciplinary action over caustic remarks, and they were frequently aimed at me. Still, I regarded them as friends, despite hurtful remarks about my looks and rude body English, like turning their backs to me during a conversation to let me know in no uncertain terms I was always to be considered an outsider; a mere lackey in the presence of royalty. The affinity between my boss and I grew, and with it their resentment.

When this founder of the company was ousted in a hostile takeover, the accountant was immediately fired and the office manager soon after that. I was laid off (as were several others when the news of his ouster spread and the business began to tank), but returned to perform the jobs of three people who were not brought back less than a year later.

Nearing retirement, the office manager was beyond distraught. Her former boss did find her a job elsewhere, but she reportedly performed poorly, and finally quit over her religious beliefs (as good an excuse for anyone who is no longer interested in working).

I was a pillar of moral support through her tough times; her constant worry over an early retirement soothed by encouraging messages and phone calls. She and her husband both survived early termination, however, and the days of contentment resumed.

That’s when the trouble started. I have a stunningly beautiful daughter, and any photo post of her on social media invariably led to a comment of disbelief that someone with my looks could possibly have sired such a beautiful creature. I made light of it the first time. The second time, my wife became enraged by the comment and I called her out over it. She apologized, saying I misconstrued her meaning. Her insults from the past told me otherwise, but I considered the matter closed when I directly addressed it.

Not long after that, she did it again! Although comments like these were met with glee with her audience of one back in the office days, backhanded compliments aimed to once again point out I was ugly for an audience of over 700 pushed me to the limit. Three strikes, you’re out lady.

Ex-friend number three was by far the longest friendship, but the circumstances were quite similar to ex-friend #2. This woman has done wonderful things for many in her life, but she is also well known for bad-mouthing people behind their backs. Anyone that thinks they are exempt from this unsavory trait is being naïve, but her friends try to keep this out of their minds when she skewers mutual friends in private conversation.

She also lost her job unexpectedly, and again I took the role of team lead in her support group. Encouraging texts and phone calls emphasized not giving up hope. Things will look up. Keep moving forward. She seemed very appreciative.

That is, until she found another job. When she announced this on social media, I exclaimed “You are back!” in a comment. “I am back?” was her reply. WTH? Was this statement hard to understand? It seemed like an effort to make me look stupid. I took it in stride, but I was nonetheless confused.

Then the attacks started. My every post was met with a snarky comment by this friend. Anatomy was frequently the context of her remarks. They became so prevalent; I began to dread a notification from her on my posts.

Despite my humorous responses to these comments, the attacks continued, finally culminating in a very personal degrading reference to my anatomy (a subject to which she would have absolutely no personal knowledge). Rather than go on the attack in front of hundreds of people, I confronted her privately, asking if she would really like to get into anatomy with me on a public forum. She is a large woman, and in similar fashion to her comment, I implied it with enough words to make it clear anyone could interpret this easily, as they would her comments directed at me.

Shocked and hurt beyond words, she played it out in true passive-aggressive style, making herself the victim with cryptic memes about someone she always defended turning out to be just as others perceived them; a cold-hearted prick, disliked by just about everyone in our circle. This was not only pure nonsense, it also a continuation of the insults without the benefit of being able to post it directly in the form of a comment on my social media profile. I offered the olive branch, which was ignored. I blocked her posts so I wouldn’t have to read them anymore. Finally, after seeing each other at local events and watching her look through me and interrupt my conversations with mutual friends with various tactics, I decided that this one too, would have to go.

Everyone who knows this woman has been on her shit list from time to time. We often laugh about it. But we all somehow fall back into her good graces…typically when she needs something from us. I’m getting too old to play that waiting game. So long!

The purpose of this diatribe is more than catharsis for me. It merely points out that although I may have a lot of friends on social media with whom I will never develop a rapport, I have others who became close friends without personal introduction, and I have gone on to meet them personally, and will hopefully meet others sometime in the future.

My point is; yes, a lot of my social media friends are not “real friends”

But I have also found that some of my real friends were not really friends at all.

And it took social media for me to finally figure that out.

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9 places to visit in St. Martin/St. Maarten

1. Orient Beach

Our most popular beach, Orient has it all, from watersports to skinny dipping. Whether you like it quiet or lively, an area to suit your tastes only requires a hand-in-hand walk along the shore with your loved one.

2. Maho Beach

World famous for its proximity to the airport, you can enjoy the beach scene with planes flying in just over your head, or watch them from the comfort of the open air Sunset Bar and Grille. They also offer a daily drink special (we won’t mention the details). Just go and see for yourself.

3. Happy Bay

A short hike over the hill next to Friar’s Bay, Happy Bay is secluded, serene, and quite beautiful. The beach is shared by a handful of boaters and uninhibited sun worshippers on weekdays, and is a favorite of locals on the weekends (please be mindful of families on the weekends).

4. Grand Case

Located on the French side and a stone’s throw from Orient Bay, Grand Case is the place for world-class restaurants, curio shops, and breathtaking sunsets. Take it all in with a walk down this narrow boulevard and dine at a lolo or gourmet restaurant. Grand Case epitomizes French village charm.

5. Fort Louis

Overlooking the French capital of Marigot and constructed in 1767 to protect against foreign invaders, this landmark offers a stunning view and is well worth the hike. Bring your camera.

6. Orient Village

Located behind Orient Beach, a group of restaurants surround a village square featuring entertainment and shopping expos on select nights. Gourmet cuisine and an old-world French atmosphere make for a relaxing and romantic dinner date.

7. Shopping in Philipsburg

Let’s face it guys, there is going to be a shopping day, and the best place for it is this Dutch capital city. There are shops galore due to the cruise ship port, and island apparel, jewelry, electronics, and hard-to-find libations are all readily available at deep discount prices. If your spouse wants to look over virtually everything, you can kick up your heels at a waterfront bar and people watch until she gets her fill.

8. Cupecoy Beach

This beach comes and goes with the tides, but this does not stop frequent visitors from making Cupecoy their daily destination. Surf pounding the cliffs of Cupecoy make for postcard-quality photos, but be mindful of the beach patrons when taking them (you will see why).

9. Dutch side nightlife

A drive down the main drag beginning at Maho and leading into Philipsburg offers virtually every type of cuisine and entertainment. Casinos, discos, and a piano bar, are among the many attractions designed to keep your motor running well into the night.

St. Martin also offers zip-lining, hiking, a butterfly farm, and smaller island day-trips (just to name a few). If you are not already addicted to a beach and want to get out and explore, most hotels have flyers, pamphlets and a staff who are eager to help you find new places of interest.

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The place. The people. Their stories. The novels.

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10 reasons why you should never visit St. Martin

1. That brutal sunshine.

That cloud in the distance hasn’t moved in four hours! I went a month back home without seeing the sun once. How can you possibly expect me to adjust to this?

2. No consistency to accommodations.

I wanted an ocean high rise and got one. What is with all these quaint charming places with amazing views? Stop confusing me here!

3. The food prices are outrageous.

A full plate of grilled ribs, four sides, and a Carib for $13 bucks? You have got to be kidding me! And while we’re on the subject, what the heck is a Carib?

4. Too many beaches.

Look, when I book a vacation, I want to have a single beach to call my own. I don’t like hearing there are 30 or so others I need to visit. And the water is way too blue. I think they put food coloring in it.

5. There are pirates everywhere.

Mean, nasty, evil pirates, slogging down every drop of rum on the island. And it costs a third of what I pay back home, so they must want them here (hic).

6. Seriously, what’s so exciting about sitting on a beach and watching planes land?

OMG! I thought that one was going to take off my head! I better take cover at the bar. And why are all the woman at this bar topless? Egad!

7. Not enough fast food.

What’s with all this grilled snapper, lobster, and prime rib? I shouldn’t have to drive more than a mile for a whopper.

8. While we’re on the subject of beaches, one of them is full of naked people!

Heathens! I went there once just to see it with my own eyes. Okay, I went there six times.

9. Those annoying sunsets.

Every night, it’s like a rainbow exploded in my face. I swear they’re going to trigger a seizure eventually.

10. Excessive smiling.

All this friendliness from all these different cultures, all getting along so well is unnerving. These people must be up to something. There is definitely something sinister behind those grins.

Oh, and one more thing. Unnecessary diversions!

Watersports, excursions to neighboring islands, and hiking to secluded beaches is just too much for one vacation. Now we have to come back again. Dammit!

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Philipsburg, St. Maarten. Always lively

Sometimes some people ask why I post more for the French side. It's just because I'm always working and my customers are mainly on the French side. But today I was in Pburg so I thought about you guys and here's what it looked like today. Enjoy ;)

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