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  1. No Reading Required By Rhonda Hansome

    Thursday, May 28, 2015

    #Director #StandUp #Teacher

  2. Those Double D's Are Back At It

    Tuesday, May 26, 2015

    So I was at an open mic on Monday evening (not a comedy mic), and I read a page and a half of memoir.  It was a blend of things but mostly sad.  After I was done, the host mentioned my upcoming comedy show at the Broadway Comedy Club and told everyone that I am hilarious.  After what I had just read, it was funny to be called hilarious.  I turned around and told the group who didn’t know me, “When I’m not doing this, I am very funny.”  They laughed.  I left fliers.  Who knows?

    Friday, May 29, 2015
    (get there before then; show starts at 8pm)
    Ten bucks and 2 drinks gets you lots of laughter!

    Broadway Comedy Club
    Red Room (street level)
    318 W. 53rd St., off 8th Avenue

    Ellen Orchid, Mindy Matijasevic, Taffy Jaffe, and Leighann Lord

    your Divorced Divas of Comedy for the evening!


  3. Relax By Rhonda Hansome

    Wednesday, May 20, 2015

    When  I started in comedy folks (not in the biz) complimented me with, "All you need is a shot on the Johnny Carson Show."  

    I didn't do the show. 

    I figured I'd do The David Letterman Show. 

    News Alert! Last night...

    So,  all THAT pressure is off.

    I think it is a sign of maturity to be able to relax wherever you are in life.

     Catch comedian/storyteller Rhonda Hansome in the LES Festival
    When she tells the true story of a very dark meal. 

    A Left Turn Down A Dark Table  
    by Rhonda Hansome
    10:30 PM Sat. May 23rd

  4. True Confession: I Was With A Narc

    Tuesday, May 19, 2015

    I’m part of a support group called Recovery from Narcissistic Ex-Husbands.  One of the hardest things to get accustomed to initially was the shorthand.  They often call their ex or soon-to-be-ex their ex N or their stbx N.  Of course for the first month roughly, whenever I saw that, I thought of the “N” word.  Other times, they may use the terms narc, ex narc, stbx narc, my narc which of course to me sounds like a narcotics cop.  Whether it’s a shooting, police brutality, a drug bust, or a father brainwashing his child against his mother (and his own heart and sanity) it all comes down to this:

    The group can be heartbreaking.  It has also been very helpful.  I do wish I knew of it when I was in mid-divorce.  These women know in detail about this situation more than I’ve heard from lawyers, judges, or court-appointed social workers.  These women, unlike those who seem to get pissed at me, don’t blame the victim.  They really deeply understand.  In sharing their experiences, I understand more about my own. 

    And for now, I remain in an exclusive relationship with a woman who I had abandoned years ago to go down a dark path. 

    We are working on forgiving me.  I hope she can.

    drawing of me by Leah Yerpe


  5. I'm OK! By Rhonda Hansome

    Thursday, May 14, 2015

    After a year of feeling damn near powerless, I'm OK!

    Water damage to my home has been repaired. I can now focus on making it more comfortable and aesthetically pleasing.

    This year I started teaching 11 and 12 year-olds in an after-school arts program. As an experienced Director and Teaching Artist, I'm use to people listening to me, doing as I instruct and showing me respect. My current middle-school students do not. 

    In fact they move about, in and out of the room on impulse. They randomly throw pencils, or juice cups across the room. They laugh in my face when they're not ignoring me entirely. They chatter non-stop or shout at each other, when they're
    not scrolling their phones!

    I have decided to not take myself seriously when in the company of these children. It's a mindfulness practice that should considerably reduce my stress and blood pressure. 
    I'm going to glide the process not ride the result.

    I got a response from my local assemblyman's office regarding the filth on the highway overpass to access my neighborhood park:

    Good Morning,

    Assemblyman Crespo met with the New York State Department of Transportation Commissioner about our concerns on the overpasses in the community. They said they will make some improvements which should help alleviate some of the concerns we had. There will be better lighting on the overpass for people to get across safely. As far as cleanliness this will be an ongoing effort for them to figure out a way to upkeep the passage way. Thank you for providing us with your concerns and should we be of any further assistance please feel free to reach out to our office.


    Matthew D. Shuffler
    Chief of Staff
    Office of Assemblyman Marcos A. Crespo

    I am OK! 

    May 17th I'm singing & slinging jokes at Don't Tell Mama.
    May 21st I'm directing a piece in the New Federal Theater Writers' Showcase.
    Check out my comedy calendar here.

    See you soon enjoying the laughter!

  6. Even the tiniest things...

    Tuesday, May 12, 2015

    I woke up one morning and was about to turn on the shower when I saw something dark in the bathtub.  It was a water bug.  I shuddered.  I was grateful I saw it before stepping in the tub or putting on the water.
    While peeing, I watched it try to climb up the tub, but it kept sliding back down.  It tried many times.  I couldn’t help but relate.  On one hand I was glad it was trapped, so I wouldn’t have a heart attack.  On the other hand, I felt that it was a shitty way for one’s life to end.  I couldn’t help but imagine people trying to climb up something to get out and it being too smooth to grip onto, leaving everyone sliding back down.  I decided I needed to get it out alive somehow.  I didn’t want its life to end there.

    At one of my jobs, I shared that I left a water bug in my tub for my friend to get rid of for me later.  A woman, who is very religious and she’d say spiritual, told me I should’ve ran hot water on it.  I was so taken aback.  When I was a child, a cousin and I once poured hot water on ants.  When I told my mother what we did, she, without trying to make me feel bad at all, told me, “Even the tiniest things have feelings.”  I remember asking her about all the ants we must step on when we walk, and she distinguished that as being quick and unavoidable and not slow and painful.  My mother was not religious at all and was the most humane person I had ever known.    
    My buddy came over that night to help me with an ever-growing list of things I need help with.  The water bug was at the top of the list.  I told him how I felt and wondered if we (really he) could get it out the window.  He said they come from the drain pipes and like water.  He thought it would be better to flush it down the toilet.  I asked, “Will it survive?”  He said, “It might.”  And for my sake, and without judging me but rather understanding how I felt, he tried very hard to get it alive into the toilet bowl.  I heard sounds from him that made me imagine from the other room that the water bug was trying to go on him.

    When, years ago, my buddy’s dad passed away, his mom said, “I was lucky to be with such a kind person for as long as I was.”  I feel the same way about my friendship with her son for over 35 years.  (Yes, we have HAPPILY outlasted all romantic relationships on both sides, including my marriage.) 

    The Week That Was  

    4/26 – 5/2/2015


    The week was very out of the ordinary.  By the end, I was somewhat stunned.  Though each item is a story in itself, here are mainly the headlines.

    ·         I went to see a friend’s play Old Flame which is at the Theatre for the New City.  I went alone.  Sat two rows behind my friend who wrote the play and watched him enjoy the production as well.

    ·         Crossed the street and tried a place I hadn’t been to before – Night Owl.  Bartender knew how to make a Long Island Ice Tea. 

    ·         Went to see my friend at her community garden on 6th St.  In the middle of her doing garden business, she and I spoke about a heartbreaking situation of mine, I cried, we hugged, and then she was going off with her husband, and I headed west.

    ·         On Second Avenue, a church choir was belting it out from inside the Middle Collegiate Church.  The gloriousness stopped me, and I went back across the street to the church’s open doors, entered, and stayed for the sermon.  I don’t attend churches, synagogues, mosques, or any of that.  So this was truly out of the ordinary.  The minister spoke on the fig leaf and how God knows who you are with or without the fig leaf.  Though it isn’t news to me, it was nice to know there are more people who think your truth is what matters. 

    ·         I wanted to get to a comedy open mic but wasn’t feeling very funny.  I had cried throughout most of the time in the church.  I decided to stop at a store and play two games of Take 5.  I figured since things were unusual, maybe I’d win something.

    ·         Went to the open mic but just to be audience and get back in the atmosphere.  Enjoyed it mainly. 

    ·         On Monday, I had to take time off from work to wait for a tile man to re-tile my bathroom wall from a pipe replacement that took place weeks before.  I was so exhausted that I could barely stay awake while they were here.  At some point, I woke from the couch, they were gone, and my door was not locked.  That scared me.  I don’t live with my door unlocked.  Ever.  I was alone and asleep.  Bad.  Scared the shit out of myself.  Thank God, all was fine.  I even have a nice part of a bathroom wall.

    ·         Found out my Take 5 ticket won a free game.  Haven’t played it yet.

    ·         My buddy came over to help me get certain things done.  I needed his moral support.  I wrote to a relative who I have been thinking of a lot and whose husband died a few months ago.  Family relations are strained from many years back, so it is very anxiety-producing.  Doing it felt much better than not doing it.  I even sent her a copy of this where a thin slice of memoir is included. 


    ·         Tuesday was a broke day for me as it is the day before payday.  I know how to live on very low funds, so I was managing.  I was on a break from my class, stepped off the college campus to smoke a cigarette, and ran into a former student who was a favorite.  We spoke about how he’s doing in his more advanced classes, he gave me credit for providing a good start, and when saying goodbye, he put a paper in my hand and told me to use it at the cafeteria.  I figured he gave me a dollar for coffee.  When I looked, it was $20.  He was gone. 

    ·         Ran into a former math student later.  She shared that her new class (the highest level) was going well.  Her teacher asked her how she knew what to do with the fraction part of the equation, and she said, “I came from Mindy’s class. She’s the best.”  That felt great.  Her new teacher used to be my boss.

    ·         Tuesday night, I found someone’s health benefits card lying in the street.  I picked it up to mail to whatever address I could find on it.  It’s not that I don’t have plenty to do, but this is something I’d hope someone would do for me, so it’s that Golden Rule thingy.

    ·         My buddy did me the favor of driving me to my bank to deposit a check that I needed in there to cover other checks.  It was late (on the night of a day I work both of my jobs), and I was grateful to not have to be waiting for buses.  When we returned, we sat in his car in front of my building for at least 15 minutes talking about many things.  This resulted in the police driving the wrong way on the Grand Concourse in an unmarked car right to us but without crashing and then alongside of us and then turned around and drove up behind us, got out, demanded ID, answers to questions, my friend was frisked (lightly), we were both made to get out, a search of the car without probable cause took place, they were shocked to learn I live there, my job ID is from a college and says ‘Faculty’ which we were sure helped.  When they first came to the car demanding all kinds of answers, it occurred to me they could be all fired up by the Baltimore riots/protests.  I, ever-so-whitely-and-politely, asked if we had done anything wrong.  The officer was taken by surprise and didn’t even try to veil that he was manufacturing a lie in front of our faces.  It was almost the end of the month, so I figured they were desperate to fill the quota they don’t have.  I was worried at how far they’d go to meet the demand.  Fortunately, they didn’t plant anything in the car.  I am so lucky that the police weren’t totally criminal.  My friend and I were both keenly aware that, as much as it was still wrong (zero probable cause), we were given the poor-white treatment (at least after they saw my ID).  We parted uninjured, unframed, alive, disrespected, with our rights trampled. 

    ·         Wednesday during the break from class, students informed me they saw bedbugs on the back of the jacket of another student.  Oy oy oy.

    ·         After class, there was a math teachers’ meeting where we were to solve complicated problems and talk about it.  I solved and fell asleep, solved, discussed how I solved, and fell asleep again.  I couldn’t keep my eyes open.  After the police incident the night before, I was up very late at home.

    ·         After the meeting, I was supposed to prepare some poems to be in an assembly book that evening at a workshop I attend as regularly as I can.  I never got the poems selected, typed, and copied.  I didn’t go to the workshop to collate and staple.  I was zonked.  And it was only Wednesday.

    ·         Received an email (I haven’t opened) from a man my friends used to refer to as the chloroform guy.  He’s a photographer I once was going to have a session with, but he sounded too weird after a while, so I stopped talking to him.  It’s been a few years, and now he wrote again.  Maybe he thought I was having a boring week.

    ·         That night in my borough, 4 people were shot, and 3 stabbed in 5 separate reported incidents within 6 hours.  You’d think there’s enough real crime to get those quotas filled without bothering innocent people.

    ·         On Thursday, I feared I cooperated with a scam.  I’m usually alert to offers that sound too good, etc., but this time I was functioning with less wisdom.  I couldn’t help but wonder if there was a connection between feeling disempowered by the police and not being on top of things on a scammy phonecall.

    ·         On Friday, outside my classroom window which faces a big ball field, the US Marines were landing five helicopters.  We had no idea what was going on.  Students were using phone cameras, and I surrendered.  The marines ended my class early that day.  We later learned they were preparing for how they were going to get President Obama there on the following Monday.


    ·         Saturday I headed to the Cannabis Parade for my first time though it has been going on annually for 17 years.  I think Bronx residents need to know that many people from all walks of life not only use cannabis but work to change the laws, to get weed to cancer patients and to veterans, to be a presence when possible for those still fighting legal battles, etc.  I learned that there’s an international organization called L.E.A.P. (Law Enforcement Against Prohibition) which includes district attorneys, judges, police officers, etc.  That was uplifting.



    ·         We marched from 32nd Street to Union Square Park where the rally took place all afternoon.  The assistant publisher/editor of High Times was the main host on stage.  There was support shown by some politicians.  Speeches emphasized that the supposed war on drugs is actually a war on the youth, the poor, the sick, and people of color.

    ·         I joined a friend for dinner at a bookstore I’d never been to before, Revolutionary Books.  Treated myself to a book -- a play by Eve Ensler, “Necessary Targets.”

    ·         That night, I ended up at a party, and, of all the people I never would have thought would be there, Bernie Goetz was there -- checking me out.


  8. I was She So Funny - MIA last week. Truth be told, at times, I've been away for months.

    But I woke up feeling good about blogging this morning. That is until I read a FB post disparaging bloggers. Yes, I'm a super sensitive "Moon Child" aka Cancer zodiac sign, not that I believe in that ish!

    Because I wasn't clear exactly what set comic Subhah Agarwal off, I hope she  responds to my FaceBook inquiry so I can solve the mystery and keep my mind right.

    Subhah Agarwal is funny, gorgeous, edgy, young and works a lot. Maybe she can hip me to which social media platform's just not worth the time.

    Or maybe she'll just tell me to stop using words like hip to to sound kool and to stop spelling cool, k-o-o-l, to sound hip.

    I could also use a tutorial on which body parts I should mention multiple times on stage to get maximum shock and/or laugh value.

    Note to all, this is NOT a rant about finally getting off this site and to someplace where I actually get comments which = the father love and attention I never got. *

    BTW, Shout out to my beautiful sister blogger, producer & comic

    Mindy Matijasevic 
    who is frequently the only comment on my posts here!

    As some previous posts have plainly stated, I'm ambivalent about blogging, which I guess by now should be vlogging or a top rated podcast or Meerkat or Poopdeck or whatever platform rolled out this morning while I was writing this post.

    I may be swimming in the social media sea, trying to stay afloat but...

    Today I'm giving myself points for treading water!

    I'm (still) here without a clue.

    Yours in the spirit of laughter, I remain,


    Tell your friends to go see Rhonda Hansome performing HERE. Like, follow, friend, RT & re-post @RhondaHansome and use her hashtag, she needs validation.

    *I know, "Let go of the abandonment issues." Easier said than done!