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  1. "Bronx Tales"

    Tuesday, November 21, 2017



    I was part of Lehman Stages’ “Bronx Tales” at the Lovinger Theatre for
    the second consecutive year.  It is an evening of true Bronx stories and is directed by Dante Albertie.  It is an enriching experience for me, and so good for my spirit.  They want the real deal, and they don’t restrict me.  They help me come out with my stories.  Last year, my story was mainly about the first time I saw a grown man’s penis.  This year, my story was about my buddy and I being stopped by the police.  Dante does his job very well.  He knows how to direct us to develop our stories.  The storytellers are very varied – the people and their stories. 




    This year, a couple of my co-workers brought their evening students.  
    Many of the students (who are adults) know me because I have subbed for their classes when their teacher had to be out.  Many call me ‘Miss Mindy’ though I always tell them they can call me Mindy.  Now they were going to see ‘Miss Mindy’ speak very unteacherly and grab her crotch.  This is an example of worlds colliding. 


    “I didn’t think you had it in you because you’re a teacher,” one man told me after the show.  “You taught our class when our teacher was out.  Remember?”


    “Oh, I remember.  I was very nervous tonight that people who call me 'Miss Mindy’ were going to see me grab my crotch.”


    We both laughed.


    When the video is out, I’ll share it.  Meanwhile, I love that my friend 
    Mindy Levokove took these photos at the end of the show.


    Mindy Matijasevic, Geevanesam Sharun Devakanmalai,  Skaly Cornielle, Jonathan Berenguer, Jose Roldan Jr.





    Future happenings:

    Friday, December 22, 2017 -- "What Were the Sixties Really Like?" at Cornelia Street Cafe, Greenwich Village.  6pm  (I'll be reading a slice of memoir.)  $10 includes a drink.

    Friday, January 12, 2018 -- Twisted Lipstick at Sir D's Lounge, 837 Union Street, Brooklyn; Doors Open 7pm; Showtime 8pm; Investment $10 Online, $15 @Door, 2 Item Minimum  (I'll be doing a 12-minute comedy set.)




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  2. Some Days Are Like This

    Tuesday, November 7, 2017







    Saturday morning.  Slept late.  Needed those
    hours of healing.  Early afternoon, step out to get my two-dollar breakfast at my favorite Arab bodega.  Four police vehicles are in front of my building.  Two are vans.  I guess I’m not the most miserable person in the building.  When I return with my coffee and piece of pound cake, the cops – some plain-clothed, some in uniform – are going in and out of the building.  Three neighbors out front, one of whom speaks English, are talking in Spanish.  I ask the one who understands me what happened.  “I don’t know,” he says, “I just got here.”


    I go home to my own troubles.  Can’t say I’m not curious about what’s going on though.  I don’t wish tragedy on anyone, however, I have to admit that I’m grateful this one isn’t mine.


    In my life, I’d been bullied, and I’d been mugged more than once.  Though
    it felt terrifying, they were strangers and it wasn’t personal.  But when an ex prefers me dead rather than alive and free, that hurts way worse.  Especially when it is voiced through his sons who had no reason of their own to feel that way.  Their father had emailed me shortly after we parted that he was lucky to have been loved by the most humane person he ever knew.  His sons don’t know that; they are the carriers of his rage.  I don’t think they know that either. 


    Betrayal by those I have given years of time, energy, and deep love to is 
    why I stay out of relationships (of the romantic kind) now.  I’m not saying I’m never tempted, but it just doesn’t seem worth it.  Too risky.  I need my energy (whatever’s left).  And I’d like to live (“selfish bitch” that I am).


    After having my breakfast, I take out two bags of garbage which means 
    having to go outside and into the alley (a place I was firmly warned to stay out of all through growing up).  The police vehicles are gone.  No neighbors outside.  I don’t know what the scene was all about.  Maybe, today, I am better off not knowing.  Some days are like this.



    11/4/2017



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  3. Mindy's Corner of the World

    Tuesday, October 24, 2017










    So what’s happening?  Aside from a pay cut across the board at my job? 

    • ·        This Saturday, October 28th, 8ish, Starving Artist Café on City Island, I’ll be doing a comedy set in between the marvelous music of Days of Wild, a Papa Guyo production.  Good food and desserts!

    • ·        Sunday, October 29th, 7:30, Broadway Comedy Club, Funny Underground Comedy Krew.  Produced by Aaron L. Smith.  


    • The Rundown
      $10 online
      $15 at the door
      2 Drink Minimum

      The lineup
      Gregory W. Hall
      Latice Klappa
      Aaron L. Smith
      Luis Vasquez

      Hosted By: Mindy Matijasevic

    • ·        Thursday, November 16th, 7pm, Lehman Stages, Lehman College.  Bronx Tales – an evening of true stories told, not read.  Stories are in the range from sad to amusing.  All very meaningful.  A Dante Albertie production.

    • ·        Friday, December 22nd, 6pm, Cornelia Street Café, What Were the Sixties Really Like? -- a Kathryn Adisman production.  I'll probably share a slice of memoir.

    • ·        Friday, January 12th, 8pm, Sir D’s Lounge, Brooklyn. Twisted Lipstick Comedy Show, a Mutiya Vision production.  



    Other than that, muchos problemas, but it may all be part of life’s 
    process.  I try to continue to have faith in the power of good.  There are indeed some angels in my life.  I also need more income to remain hanging onto the hamster wheel, so if you or anyone you know needs a freelance proofreader, I have lots of experience.   I've been told I am very good at it.  I can sit still for portrait painters.  I have much experience doing that too.  Of course, paid acting roles and comedy spots are very welcome!

    A sample of my comedic acting:


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  4. Impact by Rhonda Hansome

    Friday, October 20, 2017

     It was a dark fall night on Rt. 715 in Reeders PA. 

    I figured I'd missed the volunteer firehouse where I was hired to perform at a fundraiser.
    I pulled into a yard to maneuver.
    While poised in the driveway to make a left turn I was hit and projected parallel to the lawn.

    Yes, pretty scary and I was really shaken up.

    No one saw the impact, but everyone who heard it appeared and sprang into concerned action.

    Though roughed up and shaking, thank goodness, I walked away.

    Oddly enough, I performed at the firehouse fundraiser and KILLED!

    What's so funny?

    Could it be that because I'd been blocked in by a Taco Truck, at my parking lot and unable to drive to my late night spot at Broadway Comedy Club...
    I didn't have to pay $200.00 parking this month?
    Sad, true and funny in a WTF kind of way.

    But what continues to make me smile, shake my head and chuckle?
    My involuntary reaction to the state trooper who asked for my license, insurance and registration.
    Arousal. That's right. Arousal. 

    One minute I thought I'd breathed my last breath.
    Then a young state trooper looked at me.

    Flesh shouts what mouth won't speak
    Perfume rushing in a dry river bed
    Antique glistening unseen
    In moonlight
    Concedes
    To body betrayed

    I rode in a fire truck for the 1st time that night, grateful to be alive.


    Rhonda Hansome is a actress, director, comedian and story teller.

    Rhonda can be heard every Monday 2-5 PM on John Fugelsan's
    Tell Me Everything on Sirius XM ch 121.

    Hear her true life story and celebrate reproductive rights Nov. 6th:

    She performs with The Tribeca Performing Arts Center Writers In Performance Lab Dec. 1 and 2 at Tribeca PAC.

    Follow Rhonda on facebook, Twitter, IG and in your dreams.





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  5. Oh my God, Bob Quatrone’s 4 Horse poetry reading was a great event.  Independently it was also special for me.  I sometimes get roaring laughter from a poetry audience since there’s no expectation to be funny, so when it is, the laughter is big, and that happened more than once.  The owner of the place heard my reading and seemed impressed.  The host told me I scare him.  LOL  I left on a natural high.  The attentive and spirited 4 Horse audience is amazing.  They appreciate my frankness more than any other area of my life does except for my best friend.  He and I appreciate each other’s realness a whole lot. 


    In most other areas of life, I walk on thin ice.  But life is short, and I’m not going to waste it on phony crap. 





    A co-worker friend attended the reading, arrived before me, and held a seat for me with his jacket.  It was fun to experience the reading with him.  That really added to the thrill of the event for me.  We tend to like the same kind of writing.


    The experience was truly good for my spirit when writers whose work I love enjoy my writing as well.  Thank you for your support, Ron Kolm and Francine Witte.


    Then the next morning, I had breakfast with my best buddy.  That is always wonderful.  Medicine for my soul.


    Maybe all of that contributed to this.  I actually skipped take-out and went to the supermarket instead.  I bought food and cooked that evening.  


    My apartment smelled of chicken baking in a regular oven.  It was a welcome change from what my apartment often smells like – cigarettes and other non-food items.  

    And speaking of functioning, the next day, I did my laundry before going to a prose writing group I had been invited to be a part of.  I need a group that expects me to produce writing, but this may not be that group.  It is a small group – kept small deliberately.  It is just one woman who made it somewhat unpleasant.  I don’t know how much this can get better because I don’t think she can help herself.  I’ve learned a lot about the narcissistic personality disorder since my divorce war.  A recovery group has helped me significantly.  I’ll probably give the writing group another shot before I decide.  It is the difficult person who invited me to this small group after she heard me read a slice of memoir.  I had felt good about that, but now I have a feeling that this is yet another opportunity I’ve been presented with by the universe to see if I’ve grown.


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  6. Comics Need Poetry Too

    Tuesday, October 10, 2017












    This Friday evening, I’ll be part of a poetry reading.  The line-up is quite talented.  The ten bucks admission includes a drink.  So if you are tempted, curious, open, come on over.  It ends at 8, and you will have the rest of your night free to do whatever you do.

    4 HORSE 31 READING AT CORNELIA ST. CAFÉ OCT 13, 2017  6-8 PM


    GEORGE WALLACE
    RON KOLM
    HILLARY KEEL
    RONNIE NORPEL
     DEMETRIUS DANIEL
                MINDY MATIJASEVIC
    LINDA LERNER
    BOB HEMAN
    EVIE IVY
    EVE PACKER
    FRANCINE WITTE
    DAVID ELSASSER
    ROBERT GIBBONS
    BOB QUATRONE, HOST

    ADMISSION $10 (includes one drink)
    CORNELIA ST. CAFE
            212 989 0319

    4 HORSE POETS
    FOUNDED AFTER 9/11





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  7. A Brief Unfunny One...

    Saturday, October 7, 2017














    Feeling challenged and re-traumatized, I went to a friend.  Before I could say anything, she looked at my face and asked, “Whose ass do I have to kick?”












    My heart immediately felt lighter. 

    This is why I feel God hasn’t forgotten me.  I believe God
    places gifts in my path.  What I do with the gift is on me.

    Some challenges, upon further reflection, are blessings in deep disguise.  It takes a while to see it.

    I continue to ask God to protect my loved ones.  I continue to be grateful.






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