by Clifford Mae Henderson | Feb 19, 2020 | Musings
Crossword puzzles, Scrabble, Words with Friends… I don’t play any of them. Is the correct word for engaging in any of these activities even “play”? Do people actually enjoy doing crosswords? Scrabble? Crosswords always seem like so much work to me, my mind twisting...
by Clifford Mae Henderson | Jan 15, 2020 | Musings
When my wife, Dixie, and I moved into this house twenty-five years ago, we looked around at all the space and said, There’s no way we’ll ever fill this! Our small stucco California bungalow looked to us like a mansion. And it was compared to the condo we’d just left....
by Clifford Mae Henderson | Nov 20, 2019 | Musings
Today in a jury room, while myself and eleven other jurors deliberated on the case we’d been assigned, a DUI resulting in a T-bone car accident, our deliberation took us to this question: Should we take into account that the trauma surgeon treating the victim’s broken...
by Clifford Mae Henderson | Oct 16, 2019 | Musings
The other day, I was cleaning out my bookshelf and came across a tattered book that was given to my mother as a teenager. (Though when I texted her just now she said she has no memory of the “Steve and Sue” whose inscription in the front cover indicates they gifted...
by Clifford Mae Henderson | Aug 21, 2019 | Musings
It’s 1982. I’m twenty-four. I’ve been living in San Francisco close to a year and a half. My intention when I made the move from Santa Cruz to the big city was to become a famous actor. I was not alone. A bunch of my drama-major women friends all made the same move,...
by Clifford Mae Henderson | Apr 17, 2019 | Musings
The first time I cried on stage was in college. It was a big deal for me. I was in an Acting Shakespeare class and was performing a monologue from Cymbeline. The character I’d chosen was Imogen, daughter of Cymbeline, the king. In the monologue, she is responding to...
