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May 16, 2014

I got an email the other day that said I had a commercial audition the following day. The character was a daytime TV judge, like Judge Judy. And in the breakdown, it said:


“ - if you have something that would work as a judge's robe, please bring it!”


This is just another one of the indignities afforded to us actors. I’ve run into this many times. “Please bring your own mop!” 


Really? You can’t invest in a fucking mop...

May 13, 2014


“Cathy Ladman is the worst comedian we have ever seen.”



         Conflict is essential for comedy. For comedy gigs, however, conflict sucks.


From the outset, this cruise job had been a series of misadventures. When my agent had suggested that perhaps I could do cruises to make some money, I wasn’t exactly thrilled. Cruise audiences can be some of the worst audiences out there, and...

April 13, 2014

I have been staying off of electronic media to a great degree during our trip to Yosemite. But I want to post briefly here.The last time I was in Yosemite was in the Summer of '65, when I was 10. Now I'm here with Milan, just the two of us. She's 10 now, which is, in itself, poetic.


This is our first trip together. Yes, our first! We have not been able to vacation over the years, and I love to travel. That has made m...

March 30, 2014

Okay. My site has officially been up for a day. I can just tell, this is going to be a fun ride. I am so grateful to Johnny Jones for designing this site and guiding me and helping me to navigate until I feel steady on my own.


Most of you already know Preston & Chappy, pictured here. They are my conduit to happiness. I am so lucky to have them with me. I adore them. 


So, that's not new, or news.


I was thinking e...

March 13, 2014

My 8-year old daughter and her friend are searching through the first aid items in the hallway cabinet, trying to find bandages – Wait a second…why do they need bandages? Oh well. It’s nothing, probably. We hear my daughter yell, “No, Lyla, that’s gas relief!... No, Lyla!... Lyla, no!” That’s pretty much all Milan says to her friends. “No! NO!” Geez, she’s so bossy. And negative, too. How did she get that way?



March 13, 2014

My dad's bowling alley in Massapequa Park. Such good times there when I was a kid, giving out lanes, renting out shoes, taking whatever I wanted from behind the food counter. Made a mixture of Coke and 7-Up. Thinking about it sets my teeth on edge. Egg creams, malted milks, ice cream sodas. Eating lunch in the bar because there was a COLOR TV, unlike at home. Vivid memories of my dad shooing loitering teenagers off i...

October 19, 2013

They say you’re only as sick as your secrets. Okay. I’ll take that challenge.


I have done some crazy things for food. Things that embarrass me when I think about them. Things that will embarrass me when I tell them to you. But I will, anyway. And then maybe they won’t embarrass me anymore. Or maybe they’ll embarrass me more. But, I won’t know unless I tell you. And this incessant hypothesizing is maddening.


I was liv...

January 19, 2013

My father owned a bowling alley for pretty much my whole life, and, because of that, people have always expected me to be a great bowler. I wasn’t. The bowling alley (or “the place,” as we in my family called it) was in Massapequa Park, which was 25 miles away from our home in Little Neck, so we rarely got to go.


When we did go there, it was a real treat. When I was young, between third and sixth grades, I probably g...

December 5, 2012

This story begins when I was about 8 years old, as most of my stories do. This is the age when I became captivated by comedy.


My parents’ record cabinet is where it really all began for me. I listened to everything they had, mostly Broadway cast albums of “Funny Girl,” “Mame,” “Cabaret;” Rosemary Clooney; Danny Kaye; and more. I loved those albums, but the comedy albums were what really spoke to me, and the best of t...

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