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 | Sep 19, 2018 | Dear Reader, Musings
The day started out proactively—and very much not in the spirit of improv theater, an art form I have chosen to dedicate a good portion of my life to. See, Dixie and I, aka The Fun Institute, had to plan out next year’s schedule. Much as it goes against our nature to...
by Clifford Mae Henderson | Apr 3, 2018 | Dear Reader, Musings
Nothing between us and the open road now but millions of details! Line up house sitter. Check. Place Fun Institute into capable hands. Check. Arrange for bills to be paid. Check. Contact lawn guy. Check. Set email auto-responders. Check. Connect with Bookshop Santa...
by Clifford Mae Henderson | Feb 13, 2017 | Dear Reader, Musings
Dear Reader, Those of you who know me, know I have never felt strongly about the institution of marriage. You’ve heard me say, “A one-time commitment, even if you have spent a fortune on it, inviting all your friends, springing for a fancy hall, is not enough to keep...
by Clifford Mae Henderson | Jan 10, 2016 | Dear Reader, Musings
Dear Reader, I’ve been told people don’t care about author’s websites anymore; it’s all about our social media sites. I’ve also heard tons of tips about blogging. Do this. Don’t do that. None of it matters, though, if no one’s...
