by Clifford Mae Henderson | Jun 9, 2022 | Musings
It’s been a long time since I’ve written in this blog. Sorry about that, dear friend. See, things are changing in my life, and as a result I’m finding myself a bit tongue-tied. Not to worry. The changes aren’t bad, and maybe changes is the wrong word. Maybe...
by Clifford Mae Henderson | Feb 23, 2022 | Dear Reader, fiction
Hello friends! Did you miss me? I kind of got sidetracked, I know. Working on another novel. Adjusting to the new post-pandemic Fun Institute. And by that I mean, constantly adjusting. Masks on. Masks off. On again. Then outside. Inside. Back outside. Sheesh. Even for...
by Clifford Mae Henderson | Jun 20, 2021 | Musings
I was lying in bed with Dixie. It was morning. We were engaged in what we refer to as cuddle therapy, which basically means putting off the day’s chores by remaining in bed an extra half hour. We usually laugh a lot during this time. We recount any dreams that we...
by Clifford Mae Henderson | May 19, 2021 | Musings, The writing life
The other day I did a full hour of yoga—on my own. And I felt great afterwards! My hips felt loose, my shoulders unknotted, my brain less busy. So why why why don’t I do this more often is the obvious question. Back in the day when I could go to in-person classes, I...
by Clifford Mae Henderson | Mar 16, 2021 | Uncategorized
Maybe it’s my background in theater, but I love novels with lots of juicy dialogue. But what makes dialogue good? What makes it ring true? Here’s one thing: sometimes we don’t talk to each other, we talk at each other. An example from real life. But first, a little...
