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  1. Hello 2025

    Monday, January 6, 2025

     

     


     









    Photo by Flash Rosenberg



    Thank goodness the holidays are over for now.  That’s how I feel.  I am grateful that my best buddy and I got together and, by car, brought my December rent check to the rental office on Dec. 31st (how’s that for last minute) and then went to an Indian restaurant for dinner on New Year’s Eve.  It wasn’t planned in advance; it happened spontaneously.  He treated.  We enjoyed each other’s company and conversation.  Since it wasn’t planned, it felt like a bonus.  Earlier that last day of 2024, I was informed that a poem of mine was accepted for the March issue of First Literary Review East.  I am grateful for the communities of which I am part.

     

    The first day of 2025 was the New Year’s Day Spoken Word Extravanga from 2 to 10pm way down in the West Village.  I was scheduled to read somewhere between 3 and 4pm, but I was quite late and read somewhere after 5pm.  I am glad they don’t have the “You’re late!” attitude.  They put me up later on, and I was welcomed.  Aside from reading three short poems, I presented my divorce t-shirts for sale.  I made a sale, which helped me get through the next two days.  My reading was well received.  I was glad to see many poetry folks I don’t see often, mainly because many are downtown poets and I’m in the Bronx.  It was a good way to start the year.

     

    Contact me if you’d like a shirt for yourself or as a gift for someone else.  They are unisex and XL.

     


     

    I’ll be performing stand-up at Pangea (178 Second Avenue, NYC) on Friday, 1/24/2025 in the 9pm “Eat Drink Laugh” show, produced and hosted by the very funny Paul Hallasy.  It’s always a hilarious time, and we are going to need it.  Tickets $15 at the door ($10 in advance) – and $20 minimum on drink and/or delicious food.  Laughter guaranteed!

    ADVANCE TICKETS ON SALE HEREhttps://cur8.com/23871/project/128512 

     



     

     

     

     

     

     

    Love to CGG-M ❤❤❤

    Mindy Matijasevic

    January 2025

     

     

     

     


  2. Some Traditions Should Be Done Away With

    Tuesday, January 1, 2013


     

    I know every family has secrets.  The healthier the family, the less there are secrets.  Ours is of the other variety.  The kind of great pretending to make things look a certain way no matter for whom it causes pain. 
    Though I was told that my aunt passed, and I responded and wanted to know when the funeral would be, I was not told when and where my aunt’s funeral was until it was over.  This was no accident.  It is consistent with a cousin attempting to discredit me with the Bronx Council on the Arts and even risking her/his own license to do it.  S/he didn’t like what I wrote of my autobiography in progress.  It may be more than s/he can handle as that cousin is from the protected end of the family.  Instead of beginning to realize the emotional horror that took place for many of us at the other end of the family, this person followed the family tradition of deciding the truth-teller is crazy.  Here’s the very sad and disturbing part.  This person is a therapist of sorts. 

    My need to be at the funeral was not factored in, I’m sure.  Anytime I have anything to do with the family I was born into, who I naturally loved, I go through so much that requires healing time. 
    I wanted to believe I was going to celebrate New Year’s Eve in a festive way for the first time in several years, and I put the word out.  I want to thank Mindy Levokove, Anne Leighton, and Jackie Sheeler for welcoming me to join in their New Year’s plans.  They were all different and appealing, but I ended up choosing to stay home with my furry boy, Luigi.

    In terms of loving and handsome and emotionally reliable, he takes the cake.

    I had expected to feel differently than I did.  It was okay.  I’ll aim for better than okay for next time.
    There’s much I want to say of the past year in terms of highs and lows, but my heart is a bit too heavy right now.  For a She So Funny blogger, I haven’t been funny in a while.  I am grateful to be part of this group of seven who, for the most part, are also real people with full existences and not the joke machines some think comics are, even some other comics.  We are fortunate when we can find the funny in not so funny circumstances.  When we can make others laugh with it, we’ve turned pain into art.

     

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