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To My WordPress Family, Laugh It Up

We all have felt the demise of happiness more than a few times during quarantine. It’s been rough trying to stay happy right now. I get a blow to the gut at least once a day from some sort of disappointment–most of the time it happens when I read or listen to the news. So,Continue reading “To My WordPress Family, Laugh It Up”

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Wicked Laughter Meets the Mob

Was it the track suits, the rancid meat, or the fact that laughing and horror are somehow co-dependent? For anyone, especially parents, needing to laugh, this is your ticket to giggles, spit-laughter, and wiggle-in-your-seat squeals of delight. Stay tuned for more here at BraveSmart, with Writer/Producer/Actress/Comedian Jill Michele, and Producer/Actor/Writer/Comedian Carlos Alzraqui.

Friday the 13th Good Luck Laughter

  There’s something about the number 13 that frightens people. When we lived in a high-rise in Miami Beach, it was on the 14th floor, except for one problem. There was no 13th floor. The elevator jumped from 12 to 14. I thought it was so strange that buildings everywhere excommunicated the number 13. Ironically,Continue reading “Friday the 13th Good Luck Laughter”

See You In the Next Life Joan Rivers

Seeing her face plastered all over the news brought me right back here. I wrote about my sister, Jill Michele Melean, who’s also a comedian and actress like Joan Rivers. When they met, it was magnetic. My sister never forgot her time with Joan because it was genuine. Experiencing authenticity in Los Angeles tends toContinue reading “See You In the Next Life Joan Rivers”

Woman of Steel Uses Comedy as a Weapon

When she made me laugh right in the middle of a full-on breakdown, sending salty snot flying from my nose, I knew my sister was my hero. The first time I saw her perform standup, it left me not just laughing but gaping in awe of her ability to hurtle a crowd into fits ofContinue reading “Woman of Steel Uses Comedy as a Weapon”

You’re only as good as your enemy. That would be you, mom.

Rolling your eyes at your mother seems a rite of passage for most girls. My daughter rolled her eyes so much lately that I finally rolled mine back at her. Of course, I was extra dramatic about it. I rolled my eyes up with an extended flutter to emphasize the severity of only the whiteContinue reading “You’re only as good as your enemy. That would be you, mom.”

Obama and the Mole

An obsession always begins with something small. His was very small and he was really, or at least it seemed so at the time, the only one who noticed it. “There, right there, don’t you see it?” he would point and yell whenever he saw the man whom I revered. I would look at it,Continue reading “Obama and the Mole”