by Clifford Mae Henderson | Nov 17, 2020 | Dear Reader, Musings
My phone keeps pestering me to update to Apple Pay. I’m sure it would be convenient to just hold my phone over the grocery store contactless reader and have the cost of my marinated mozzarella, crackers, and bag of apples magically be deducted from my bank account....
by Clifford Mae Henderson | Oct 20, 2020 | Dear Reader, Musings
On Saturday, I evicted someone from their home. Or I think I did. It’s a little hard to tell when home is a blanket, a single shoe, a filthy t-shirt, five large Budweiser cans, a yellow disposable razor, two Kit Kat wrappers, and a used syringe. All of it under a...
by Clifford Mae Henderson | Sep 16, 2020 | Dear Reader, The writing life
I’m not sure if I have nothing to say—or too much to say. Either way, I’m on an informal hiatus from writing. The words just kind of stopped. Maybe it was the shock of how quickly Covid changed my life: robbing me of theater, my job, my rituals. Or maybe it’s the...
by Clifford Mae Henderson | Aug 18, 2020 | Musings, Uncategorized
I practiced civil inattention long before I knew what it was called. For instance: as a kid growing up in Philly, I took public transportation a lot and regularly pretended the person sitting next to me wasn’t picking their nose/crying/talking to themselves. For...
by Clifford Mae Henderson | Jul 14, 2020 | Black Lives Matter
I am inspired to share this story after reading Renee Bess’s June 25th blog on Woman and Words. If you haven’t read it, please do. I am specifically inspired by her phrase: “Those of us who have grown up living in racially diverse communities, attended schools with...
