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  1. Comedy, Poetry, 110 Vaginas

    Monday, October 15, 2018













    Those of you who find it easier to get to a comedy show in Brooklyn than 
    most other boroughs, I will be doing a guest spot in the Laugh-tober Comedy Show at the Eastville Comedy Club this Friday evening, 7pm.




    If poetry is more your thing, I am one of the readers in the 4 Horse 
    Poetry Reading curated by Bob Quatrone on Saturday, November 17th at 6pm at the Cornelia Street Café on Cornelia Street in the Village.  Only ten bucks which includes a drink.  The line-up is typically one of which I am proud to be a part.


    If vagina is more your thing, either as an owner or an admirer, mine is one 
    of the 110 vagina portraits in this exhibition on Saturday, December 8th from 4 to 8pm at 40 Ludlow Street.  Photos by Alexandra Jacoby.  And it is free! 

    https://www.eventbrite.com/e/normal-is-diverse-how-you-are-is-how-youre-supposed-to-be-tickets-50572670218





    The normal is diverse exhibition takes place on Saturday, 08-Dec-2018 from 4-8pm at Ludlow Studios, 40 Ludlow Street, NYC 10002.

    It's free, but space is limited. RSVP to reserve your space.

    There is more to share, but for now I’ll leave it on the note of 110 vaginas.



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  2. Be assured I have hardship, strife, aggravation, money troubles, stress, and mother-fuckers in my life.  However, I’m going to share some good stuff.


    My Facebook friend Danielle Ryer works at a college radio station.  

    https://www.facebook.com/Danielle.Ryer 

    She tends to focus on mental health and wanted to include some of my comedy.  I’ve been a social worker, a teacher, a daughter, a granddaughter, a mom, a friend, and a person in pain, so mental health is definitely something I care deeply about.  When my comedy can help, I am thrilled.  Slightly over a minute here:



    I performed at Otto’s Shrunken Head and at MNN since my last blog 
    entry.


    My Divorced Divas of Comedy show on 9/30 went well at Cornelia Street 
    Café.  Debbie Bazza, Rhonda Hansome, and Taffy Jaffe joined me in delivering a very fun show to a wonderful audience. 


    This Friday, 10/12, I am scheduled to be on Aaron Smith’s podcast, “Aaron Smith Can’t Lose” somewhere between 7pm and 9pm. 


    The following Friday, 10/19, I am on the line-up for a comedy show in 
    Brooklyn.  Come on over. 




    I did background work on the new show “Manifest.”  Seems like an 
    interesting show.  I watched the first episode. 


    I did a scene for an NYU student where I played a homeless woman (see 
    previous blog entry).  It wasn’t for money, but it is good to exercise my acting skills and to show range. 


    I did receive my first unemployment check.  It allowed me to eat and pay 
    one small bill. 


    Friends have taken me out to dinner a few times, some from the job where I was let go.  From what I’ve heard, the sleaze factor is very high there now.  I’d have never lasted.  I can’t spend my days being part of sleaze just to earn a barely adequate paycheck.  However, being unemployed at this point in my life is scary.


    On my way to Broadway Comedy Club on Friday night, a former student 
    entered the train.  We sat together and talked.  He may not realize this, but he made me feel good.  He said, “What? How could they get rid of perfection?”  He may not have academic excellence, but he has innate awareness.  A long time ago, he was my math student.  I eventually promoted him.  One day his teacher had to be out, and I took that class combined with my class.  Many in the other class were former students of mine.  It was like a reunion.  On the break, this guy and I smoked a cigarette together and talked.  He told me I should move up with them and continue to be their teacher.  I smiled.  I told him that when a new bunch of nervous people enters the program, I need to be there for them.  He thought for a while.  Then he said, “You should stay where you are.  ‘Cause if you were at the top, we’d never get there.”  And that is his intelligence.


    It’s too bad that those with all kinds of degrees don’t see what he can 
    see.  Working with the educated to help those in need of education has been a sad and eye-opening experience.  Those who are often in charge do not understand the people they are professing to help.  They let go of the people who do.


    Not sure I can find the funny, but I try.


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  3. In Turmoil at the Moment

    Saturday, September 29, 2018













    If you read my last blog entry, you know I actually had concern about taking time off from the day job to have an acting job.  Well, after 18 years (first part time, then part time with some amount of benefits, and finally full time with benefits), I was kicked to the curb.  I am glad I chose to take the time for the acting gig.


    Since I am here as a performer (acting and comedy), I don’t want to reveal my age, but losing health benefits now is quite frightening.


    The circumstances of me getting let go is deep and inevitable once I had 
    my third director.  It is book length.  It may appear as a series of columns on my years in adult education. 


    So at the moment I am unemployed.  Haven’t yet received an 
    unemployment check. 


    Once they revealed themselves as a program that would get rid of our 
    counselor who helped so many people in such significant ways, I knew I was next.  I saw what was valued and what wasn’t.  Many laughed when I said I was next.  Many thought I was simply wrong and paranoid.  But what they don’t realize is I grew up under the threat of being put in the foster care system.  My gut knows when I’m going to be tossed. 


    When it happened, staff was shocked, jaws hanging, and some speechless.


    Students are bewildered.  Some are truly heartbroken.  Several refuse to 
    return to that program.  The saddest part is some have given up on school altogether.  It must trigger their PTSD.  The people who made them feel good are gone; the ones they have a hard time with are upgraded.  So much of what goes on in the current government echoes in that program.  Deceit is a big one.  Several people told me to fight it.  I do not want to work with people who don’t want me.  The sad part is the students who, in my mind, I worked for, DO want me.  Some just don’t get it at all even after I tell them I was let go.  They respond with, “So are you coming back to teach?”  Those are the ones who needed a person like me as their teacher and a counselor like the one we had as a person to talk to.


    The Bronx community who benefited from our program lost a lot.


    I personally am in financial fear. 


    I recently played a homeless woman in a short film.  It is scarily 
    convincing.  The director was super thrilled.  I’m a bit creeped out.





    So if you were thinking about coming to Sunday’s Divorced Divas of 
    Comedy show, please do.  I need every dollar I could get.  Thank you.  







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  4. A few months ago, a man reached me through an on-line casting website 
    where my subscription had expired months before.  His email began, 
    “Let’s discuss you doing the lead …”


    I was surprised his message got through to me.  Though I could see the 
    listings, I couldn’t apply to anything because I wasn’t paid up for the year.  I wanted to be connected again, but I couldn’t spare the money.  So I really didn’t think anyone could find me through that site anymore.  But he did.


    It was for a sizzle reel to be shown to show runners down the line.  There 
    was no mention of money up front.  I’d have to take off from my job.  It seemed like it would all happen in New Jersey.  I don’t drive.  I hit reply and began my email, “I really appreciate your interest, but I won’t be available for …”  I stopped and asked myself why I was saying no.  I had no other acting gig going on.  I was mainly working my day job and doing stand-up comedy.  I actually missed acting.  I also realized it is much easier to take time off from the job when we weren’t having classes.  I re-read it and realized there’d be a ride to the location from Manhattan.


    I deleted what I wrote and told him the best time to call me.


    Fast forward, I met the director and we went to the NJ location where 
    the producer worked.  We worked on parts and they saw I had what it would take to pull off the role.  They told me I was a blessing and treated me like royalty.  When they took me out to eat, they upped whatever I ordered.  If I said medium, they ordered large.  What was not offered in money was offered in good feelings.


    The following week, we were to work on the shoot with crew and other 
    actors.  I overslept, so they came to get me at my Bronx location.  No one wasted energy on being upset with me though I was kidded about being a diva who expected to get door to door service.  I’ve got a long way to go to be a diva, but I laughed and swore I just fucked up and was up too late the night before.


    The crew and other actors were very pleasant to work with.  It only takes 
    one bitch or bastard to ruin a day, but everyone was cool.  Not a kunt in the crowd.  Can’t say my other days at the day job felt like that.  So though I was working, I felt like I was on vacation.


    One of the scenes involved a young adult son and I having a confrontation.  I knew this was really going to be heartfelt because of the parallels with my real life son.  I had real anxiety.  The actor was amazingly convincing, and as soon as I heard the pain in his angry voice, my eyes filled with tears and poured out.  After his rant, he asked for a hug.  We hugged hard.  I wished it was my son who I was hugging.  My tears ran down my face.  The camera stayed on me up close and very personal. 


    After the director said, “Cut,” I, while crying and a bit of laughing, asked, 
    “Can we eat now?”  Everyone laughed.  I wiped my face, and we all ate pizza with a variety of toppings.


    The producer’s son and other family members gave me so many 
    compliments on my acting.  I awkwardly thanked them.  I didn’t feel it was my acting as much as my reacting to the amazing performance by the one playing my son.  When I told the director that, he said that was what good acting is – letting it all deep inside and truly reacting.  He said I was outstanding, surpassed his expectations, and that it was because I was in the moment.


    I felt there is a God/dess looking out.  I felt therapy was brought to me 
    since I can’t financially afford to go to it.  Additionally, I felt that this was put out into the universe, and I hoped so much my son could feel it -- my solid raw love for him.



    To be continued …

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  5. Line-up!

    Sunday, September 2, 2018












    Readers, I have lots to share and wrote a good chunk of it, minimized it 
    without saving it, and then during the rainstorms, had power outages and lost it all.  I got discouraged but will try to recapture it all.

    In the meantime, I wanted to announce what I’m doing in case it appeals to you.

    Thursday, September 6th at 6pm – Leah Yerpe, an artist who 
    photographed and drew me four years ago, is exhibiting at Anna Zorina 
    Gallery  which is free to the public.  Her drawing of me is called “Echo.”  Here’s a sneak peek part of it.






    On Thursday, September 13th at 7pm, I’m on the line-up at Otto’s 
    Shrunken Head, which is a free comedy show. 





    On Friday, September 14th at 6pm, I’ll be sharing poetry at Bob 
    Quatrone’s 4 Horse Poetry Reading at Cornelia Street Café.  Cornelia Street between West 4th and Bleecker Streets. Ten bucks includes a drink.  Great deal.  Lots of thought-provoking and feeling-evoking poetry.  Good people.  Always a worthwhile time.


    On Saturday, September 15th 7-10pm, I’ll be doing comedy at N.A.M.A.’s 
    “She Reads” – 107 West 130th Street.  Come support this long-time cultural institution. 




    And on Sunday, September 30th at 6pm, is my show, The Divorced Divas 
    of Comedy show at Cornelia Street Café.  This show is excellent!  $10 cover and $10 minimum.  The food is excellent as are the drinks.  It’s a win-win.  Mark your calendars.






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  6. Well, folks, no plumber has shown up yet.  We can take bets on how long 
    the bathroom ceiling will stay up there.


    Additionally I recently saw a rat in the lobby!  I screamed and ran out of 
    the building.  I went to the store, and when I came back, I was afraid to go into the building.  I waited for someone else to go in with.


    I was soooo freaked out that I texted my ex about it.  I told him I 
    thought he and our son would be amused.  My ex did used to save me from bugs and rodents.  He often said I was going to give him a heart attack.  I just couldn’t help myself.  I wasn’t trying to give him a heart attack.


    It’s been like that.  When I told a neighbor, he said that there are a lot of rats in the building now.  I’m freaking.  I am fuckin’ freaking.


    Changing the channel, a man found my info as an actress on a website 
    where my subscription ran out.  He managed to contact me anyway, and I’m cast in a project that will be marketed to show runners who might find it worthwhile to pitch to TV networks.  I haven’t had an acting gig in a while, so I agreed to it.  Plus now it is easier to take time off from work than during the fall when we have classes.


    I won ten bucks on a five-dollar scratch off ticket.  I also played Quick 
    Draw.  I put a dollar on seven numbers.  Five of them came out.  I won twenty bucks on that.  I am grateful.  That money helps me get through another day or two, but I need a big win.  I really do.


    After the film shoot, the next day I am going to my friend Barbara's in New Jersey again for a couple of days.  She has a pool and a wonderfully fun-loving spirit.  For me, it feels like adult summer camp.  I am so glad I am getting to go again this summer.  Another friend of ours will be there for most of the time also.  So much fun.



     




              








    Those of you interested in the comedy line-up, I’ll be one of nine comics 
    performing on Aaron Smith’s Funny Underground Comedy show at Broadway Comedy Club on 8/31 at 7pm.  Seating at 6:45.  Ten bucks cover and 2 drink minimum.


    Sunday, September 30th at 6pm (seating at 5:45pm), my Divorced Divas 
    of Comedy show will be happening again at Cornelia Street Café on Cornelia Street in the Village.  $10 cover and $10 minimum (food and/or drink).  Guaranteed laughter. 


    I already miss my Frida who is no longer my co-worker.  She is an amazing 
    person, and a huge loss now that our students won’t have her available to them.  She’s now also a loss to much of the staff.  Though underpaid, she wouldn’t have left on her own accord.  The wonderful thing is she is going to work at helping the traumatized children that the Orange One had yanked from their parents.  Maybe that is the bigger plan, but I’m in tears at losing our Frida.    



       














    Love you, Frida!  May God be with you, my dear, as you try to ease the 
    trauma that the Orange a-hole Nazi humanoid caused these children and their parents.











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  7. Comedy Happenings & Other Stuff

    Sunday, July 29, 2018












    Well, guess who wasted a second Friday off from work waiting on a plumber who didn’t show? 


    Frustrating.  But not my biggest problem in life.  However, since the leak 
    in my bathroom has been going on for over two weeks, when I enter the apartment, it smells musty.  I do hope the plumber and other workers get here before the bathroom ceiling ends up on the bathroom floor.


    Honestly, I can’t help thinking of the atrocities our government is doing to innocent little children.  I’m a mother.  I was a child.  I grew up often being made aware of what was done to innocent people in the Holocaust.  It is all too horrific.


    So by comparison, my bathroom leak is fixable (as long as the fixers get 
    here).


    On a positive note, the Divorced Divas of Comedy will be doing another 
    show at the Cornelia Street Café on Sunday, September 30th at 6pm.  If you like to plan ahead, mark your calendars.  By the way, if you aren't connected with She So Funny or Divorced Divas of Comedy on Facebook, go connect:  https://www.facebook.com/SheSoFunny/    and  https://www.facebook.com/threedivorceddivas/


    Thank you.


    Recently, I performed at a cable TV show taping at MNN.  It was Pepino 
    Clemenza Provolone’s show.  I had never met him and his group of comics before.  It was fun.  Pepino is warm, welcoming, and quite a character.  All of the other comics were younger than me, but, inside, I don’t feel old.  I had a roomful of comics and one regular person laughing hard.  I enjoyed the spirit of the evening.  I’m looking forward to seeing the edited final product. 


    The next comedy show I’m in is Aaron Smith’s Funny Underground Comedy (F.U.C.) show on Friday, August 31st at 7pm at Broadway Comedy Club.


    Of course, I’ll let you know if more gets added or any changes occur.


    A number of people, who have made my place of work a humane setting and serviced students so beautifully, are leaving.  I am sooooo bummed out. 


    I really welcome something great to happen. 



    (Love to CGM)



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