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  1. Is it Spring Yet?

    Monday, April 23, 2018

    Since I last delivered here at She So Funny, I served two days of jury duty in Bronx Criminal Court.  I am relieved that I wasn’t even considered for a case.  I can do without hearing about horror day after day.  I rarely can make it through a whole newscast.  I spent most of the jury duty days napping in the chair.  I had no idea how tired I am, or how much I just have to be unconscious and dreaming.  I slept, was awoken for lunch, after lunch came back and slept some more.  Brought a book and never read one page.  I think the folks at my job felt my absence.  Someone had to substitute for my first math class of this cycle.  He was good, so I felt okay about who was going to sub.  I knew my students would have a worthwhile experience.  But it is an inconvenience to the program when someone is out.  It’s not bad for people to miss my presence.  And it surely was a luxury to sleep.

    Some of you know I have been a part of Lehman Stages’ “Bronx Tales” (a 
    storytelling event) at the Lovinger Theatre on the campus of Lehman College for the past two years.  It was an annual production, but the director, Dante Albertie, loves it and wants to increase it to twice a year.  The video of the last production is now available to view.  They are all Bronx stories -- from the young Indian woman who lived and experienced rejection in so many parts of the world, then landed in the Bronx where she finally felt at home to me telling the story of when my best friend and I were stopped by the police in front of my building on the Grand Concourse.  These are Bronx stories.

    I have set the video to start at my story for those of you who may not 
    have the time to watch the entire video.

    It was extra special for me since my best friend was in the audience along 
    with a very nice woman he’s seeing.

    Aside from all that, I have to say that Dante Albertie is one of my three 
    favorite directors I’ve ever had the privilege to work with.  I wish more were like him.  And it would be so wonderful if someone could provide an opportunity that would change my financial reality. 

    This Wednesday the 25th, I will be doing stand-up comedy in the Funny 
    Underground Comedy Show.  The tickets are currently discounted.  $7 on line and $10 at the door.  There is even a special going on (I don’t know for how long) where if you get the $10 ticket, you can bring a guest for free!  Sounds good to me.  Mid-week laughs at 7pm.  It would be great to see you.  I promise to tickle your funny bone.

    With appreciation, Mindy

  2. Have a Seat, Why Don'tcha?

    Tuesday, April 10, 2018

    Hey comedy appreciators!  The price has been discounted for the next Funny Underground Comedy Krew show!  $7 on line!  Now that’s affordable for most.  Get your tickets on line to benefit from the sale.

    Life has been full of stuff, good and bad.  So much is swirling in my head.  
    I am trying to focus on the positive.  Not easy, but worth aiming for.

    I had a couple of days off from the job which made a 4-day weekend.  Of 
    course, it would be more fun to have 4 days off with money to enjoy, but I still appreciated the unstructured time.  I cleaned some which was badly needed.  The toilet is sparkling.  I now have an available seat for company. 

    At the Broadway Comedy Club, however, there are many seats.  Looking 
    forward to seeing you there!

  3. Women with beautiful salt and pepper hair are glorious.
     Unapologetically jubuliant grey follicles declare confidence.

    Silver manes are evidence of life lessons learned. 

    Grey declares a wealth of wisdom only experience can bestow.


    I talk a good game.

     Truth be told Clairol has hidden my grey for years.

    With the notion to walk my talk, I stopped coloring my hair; but with every view of my tint-free, stark white roots I had to ask... 

    Was it years of chemical dye applied in a dark halo? 
    Were thick locs, I wore more than a decade ago, the culprit
    Who'd literally snatched my edges?
    It was
    Father Time
    He'd done the Nae Nae on my head and danced a Jig on my edges. 

    A dermatologist sold me tiny bottles of expensive minoxidyl, guaranteed to slow my hair's retreat. Complete disclosure: I also buy 4 pack toilet tissue touted to equal 22 rolls

    In spite of twice daily applications of the costly serum, hair on my head had the heft and weight of cotton candy. 

    Thinning hair is playing tic tac toe with my scalp and my scalp's winning! 
    Imagine my surprise when I noticed minoxidyl actually grew hair.
    On my face!!!
    Well the hair on my face did get me a callback for 
                                              The  Return Of Werewolf Woman

    Another unexpected upside?  I now have 
      Black Silky Baby Hairs!
    If a woman's hair is her crowning glory, a black woman's 'baby hairs" are the jewels in her crown. For the uninitiated, Andrea Aterbery in 12 Inspirational Ways to Style Your Baby Hairs informs. 

    "Traditionally black and Latina subcultures have been proudly rocking their baby hairs since birth. Baby hairs are those small, very fine, wispy hairs located around the edges of your hair. They can be long, short, or even curly, depending on your hair type and texture. Typically found on children (hence the word "baby"), they can also follow you into adulthood."

    Which brings me to my trauma. Reader beware. This does not end well.

    Folks know my regrets about my move from Bed-Stuy to South Bronx, include having NO preferred amenities nearby, like my bank, shoe repair, a good restaurant, or a clean reliable beauty salon.

    There's a grimy salon around the corner, that gives cold water pedicures. Need I say, I speak the 1st language of no one in the room? Want nuanced communication concerning your intimate beauty treatments? 
    Forget About It! 
    Unless it's an emergency- and it was. 
    I had to calm my eye brows down to Freda Khalo level stat. 
    Yes, I'm stuck on stupid. I asked for the full face wax. 

    I knew I was in trouble when I had to convince her to do me (so to speak) on a bed in a private room, not on a chair in the salon front window. It was much more painful than I remembered but my eye brows actually looked good. My face was on fire but my brows looked good though. 

    At home upon closer inspection of my stinging face, little bumpy patches roamed free range. To use an ancient term, "My brows were on fleek!" But where the fuck were my Lustrous Black Baby Hairs????!!!

    My forehead and entire right temple was waxed into oblivion. I'd reveled in newly grown baby hairs for all of 1day. I now had a black mangy crescent framing my thin white roots. Not a pretty picture. That's why I'm not posting it.

    What made me think she'd heed my 6 caveats to "Don't touch my hairline."? 
    Did I mention I'm stuck on stupid? 

    Warning: When I have a different hairstyle EVERY time you see me, don't ask me, "Is that your hair?" Yes it is & I have the receipts!

  4. Focusing on the Funny

    Tuesday, April 3, 2018

    Hello, readers!

    I hope you’d like to attend a show I will perform in on Wednesday, April 
    25th at 7pm at Broadway Comedy Club.

    A month or two ago, I enjoyed being on Laffin’ Matterz TV.  Here is my 
    contribution to that night.  Hope it causes laughter in your chair!

    Feel free to share the funny.  I appreciate you.