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THEATRE IN THE ROUND PLAYERS is the venue for the staged reading of SWEET TRUTH

Free admission to a STAGED READING of this new comedy
by former Star Tribune columnist, Kristine M. Holmgren. 


SWEET TRUTH
The staged reading of a new comedy
by
former Star Tribune columnist
Kristine M. Holmgren

Wednesday, January 11 at 7.P.M. 

Hosted by 
Theatre in the Round Players 
245 Cedar 
Minneapolis, MN

Admisison free - Champagne and cupcake reception following!  

Based on dating experiences as a divorced single mother, Kristine Holmgren wrote her new comedy, SWEET TRUTH, as a light-hearted gift to the Twin Cities theatre community. 

"I've been talking about these guys for years," Holmgren said, "even written about them.  But I've never put them into dramatic action before!"

Sweet Truth tells the story of a single mother facing mid-life alone.  Desperate to find a partner, Bernice Fairfax is becoming dangerously addicted to on-line dating despite the strange men she meets. 

This is Holmgren's third play, and the second to appear in staged reading at Theatre in the Round Players (TRP). 

The last time TRP  hosted a Holmgren play, she filled the house. 

"The largest crowd we've ever seen for a staged reading," said Steve Antenucci, TRP's managing director. "We were happy to host another." 

Kristine Holmgren enjoys a healthy audience for her current projects.  In 2009 she instigated the salon, "The Dead Feminists Society of Minnesota," - a monthly soirĂ©e where feminists study, discuss and integrate topics of gender equity.  The Dead Feminists Society of Minnesota has a membership of over 400, and the Minnesota Women's Press honored Holmgren as a "Changemaker" for her good work. 

Of course, most Minnesotans remember  Holmgren for her Star Tribune column which appeared on the editorial pages of the Star Tribune for almost ten years.  Touching, taunting and always talk-worthy, her narrative focused on the ways our domestic policies affect the day-to-day lives of Minnesota children, women and families. 

Sweet Truth fits in that frame - and promises a light-hearted evening of laughter, followed by complimentary cupcakes and champagne. 

Holmgren's first play PAPER DADDY premieres April 13th at the Northfield Arts Guild in Northfield, Minnesota - and her second play, The God Girl will enjoy a public reading at the Minnesota History Theatre in May of 2012. 


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THE STORY
Bernice Fairfax is too long single and about to turn forty. Her adorable cupcake shop is struggling, her fourteen-year-old daughter is on a body-piercing binge and the only men Bernice meets are sick, bad, crazy or stupid.  Will a visit from her born-again-Druid-Priestess- mother change anything?

Join in the staged reading of Kristine's hilarious new work - and stay for complimentary champagne, cupcakes and a lively discussion!

Directed by Adam Arnold - Stage Management by Jeff Musch

CAST
“Bernice Fairfax” ......... Roneet Aliza Rahamim
“Carla Clifford” ............... Hannah Benedict
“Scout Fairfax” ................ Stephanie Kahle
“Sheila Malmquist” ............... Annette Kurek
“Charlie Fairfax” ..................... Tim Como
“John” ............................. Rick Lamers
“Russ” ............................. Eric Nelson
“Bill”, ”Amaranth" .............. Dave Heffernan
Narrator ....................... Christine Sweet

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