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Turn your departed loved ones into mulch!


Get recycled into eternity!


Create - Don't cremate!


Death the gateway to evergreen!


It's Organic! It's Sustainable! It's Decomposition... naturally!

I'll admit I have both feet firmly planted in the last century. A decade ago I scoffed at the idea that folks would actually want to watch movies on a, wait for it... PHONE!!! Next year, the latest flicks will be released on your wrist watch!
I'm so old, I actually use the word scoff.
I'm so old, I remember when wearing a wrist watch was for the time, now it's for watching, literally, 24/7!
I'm so old, I assumed a satin lined casket was in my future, maybe a headstone, or at least an engraved urn of ashes!


I'm still cogitating how I feel about this proposed change in the transition process. Heck, I'm still pondering how I feel about using the word cogitating AND calling death a transition!

What's your take on this?

Does sustainable death become you?

Need a laugh after all this talk about death? Make your way to the

What's in your Fridge?

Heard a photographer say when doing an in-home portrait, she'd ask to shoot inside her subject's refrigerator.

Most people, after revealing themselves to her camera, balked at exposing their cold storage contents.

Some claimed they'd not had time to clean. Others denied her, claiming an embarrassing invasion of privacy.

This was part of a discussion that covered how having refrigeration has changed our habits, e.g., we shop less frequently, eat fewer fresh foods, eating together as a family less and snacking, an unheard of pre-refrigeration practice, entered our diets with a vengeance.

Most of the people I know have at least 1 refrigerator, some have 2 and a select few have a free standing freezer; in sizes that range from mini to chill a human body size.

Until this discussion, I never thought of all the places in the world where people don't have refrigerators OR have them and have so little consistent electricity that the appliances actually cause spoilage and are rendered useless signs of affluence.

 
Show me what's in your fridge. Don't change or rearrange a thing! Take shot & send it to me here, on FaceBook, Twitter, Tumblr or Instagram with hashtag #RefrigeratorTales. Refrigerator Tales can only exist if you submit.*


And while you are doing what I ask, get your tickets now for 8 PM Thursday April 23rd!




*All photos submitted to #RefrigeratorTales are subject to use in perpetuity by Rhonda Hansome, with no promise of compensation to those submitting. America, what a country!

Sometimes I can't tell if I'm pro-active or just foolish.

Like attempting to comply with the directive of a comedy room booker, who was in diapers when I headlined NYC showcase clubs. My mission: get 3 people who worked at (will remain) Nameless Club to vouch for me, before she'd even look at my video.

Feeling very get-things-done, I checked Nameless Club's website & saw a familiar moniker. I asked (will remain) Nameless Sister Comic for a simple recommendation. Her response was, Nameless Club was pretty shitty & I really didn't want to work there.

What kept my reply from flying out of my mouth? It certainly was pounding loud enough in my head.



Last week I was confused by a friend's question about The Divorced Divas of Comedy Valentine's Day Show, which I headlined and BTW, was most capably produced by Mindy Matijasevic, Tuesday's She So Funny.

Nameless Friend asked me if there would be vulgar language. She was bringing guests who were concerned. I was stymied, baffeled, perplexed... I didn't know what the fuck to say.

Was it the coughing/achy Nyquil-resistant, almost-flu-like thing that held me in grippe; or that it touched a sore spot from my past?

I loved the good money I made back in the day being a comedy queen in the


I worked every week either headlining or opening for national music acts in every hotel and bungalow colony in the

I loved the whole old-time show business history of "the mountains". The clientle had seen every big name & industry wanna-be to travel Route 17.
What I did not like was the ever-present threat of "reports".  Every performance for this retirement- bound audience was monitered for content and ranked by the number of people who, in boredom or offended outrage, walked out.

Catskills Competitive Conversation was a major sport with two catagories:

1) Progeny's Triupmhant Accomplishments
2) Major Entertainers Walked Out On.

Mega-Successful Specialty Practice of My Son The Lawyer / Doctor certainly caused Competitive Conversation envy, but nothing shattered dining room chatter like dropping a We Walked Out On trump name; like Joan Rivers, Rodney Dangerfield or

For years my Schvartze Married to a Jew routine kept my income / laugh numbers high & my showroom walk-out numbers low. Rumors of door-bound stampedes, when Joan Rivers uttered "damn" or "fuck" even once during an undeniably hilarious performance, kept me in check.

What could possibly derail my reign as a Catskill Comedy Queen? The impending death of the area as a vacation destination? My conflict-riddled personal life? No, it was my desire to be vulgar on stage, i.e., suggestive, ribald, risque, indelicate, saucy, adult. Talk straight from my heart about personal, social or political issues. I had self-censored myself into a creatively-depressed space with no room for improv flights of fancy.

Here's a secret joy in what we comics do. Saying a line for the first time or going with an in-the-moment improv can be the adrenaline-sparked birth of a new stand-up bit or a lead-lined eclipse of preceding laughs, leaving cricket-punctuated silence.

I (almost) never say anything on stage just to shock. There are plenty who lead with that, do very well & I'm not hatin'. I frequently enjoy them, but it's not my schtick. Truth is, when I'm on the mic & in the light, I never know what new combination of words will evoke riotous laughter, guffaws or groans. Hell, no comic is 100% certain how even tried & true lines will hit any particular audience.

My Nyquil mind numb wore off. I realized my only response.


Did I equivocate? Got damn right! When it comes to 3 additional tickets being sold or not, I'm guilty! I went with the truth. I HAD NOT seen the acts of the comics on the bill & was responsible only for my own words.

BTW, the Divorced Divas of Comedy show was a rousing success.  My Nameless Friend, her guests & what seemed the entire audience, were full of after show superlatives. As for me, I had a great time being a common fool, straight from my heart .

Rhonda Hansome is an actor, writer, director & comedian. She loves working out at Broadway Comedy Club. Get your tickets HERE to see her Thursday, April 23rd in the Westchester Comedy Festival!