by Clifford Mae Henderson | Sep 13, 2023 | Bait and Witch, Dear Reader, fiction, Musings, The writing life
Dear Friend, Believe it or not, I’ve got another novel coming out. I say, believe it or not because I can barely believe it. Seriously. I’ve vowed to quit pumping out novels so many times my friends just roll their eyes and say, “Yeah, sure.” And Dixie, she doesn’t...
by Clifford Mae Henderson | Jul 31, 2022 | Musings
Dear Hulk, I’m sorry I did what I did. You were a good parakeet and very little trouble. But remember, you were thrust upon me, as, I suppose, I was thrust upon you. I’m sure life offered you few choices. I’m sorry about that. I picture you, baby budgie, being snagged...
by Clifford Mae Henderson | Jul 27, 2022 | Musings
Dear Mrs. Hinkley, I’m sorry that I never called on you that last time. You remember how you asked me to? How when I told you I was no longer going to clean Mr. Orland’s apartment complex for you, you asked me to “stop by” just one more time? That was quite a job you...
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 | 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...
