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...
by Clifford Mae Henderson | Mar 20, 2019 | Musings, Travel log
One thing I never have to worry about is getting too full of myself. See, I have this built-in behavior pattern that kicks in any time I might be tempted to even think I’m “all that.” An example: Recently, my wife Dixie and I had the privilege of teaching a five-day...
by Clifford Mae Henderson | Feb 23, 2019 | Musings
Lately, I’ve had ants on the brain. And in my house. Not the trails that many Californians complain of. Not yet. So far, all we’ve had are lone scout ants, those extraordinary individuals who have the courage, the compulsion, the drive to seek out new horizons...
by Clifford Mae Henderson | Jan 18, 2019 | fiction, Musings
I am sitting in my dining room, eating a bowl of oatmeal with raisins and apples. It is morning. I am perusing my latest issue of the New Yorker and come across a review (by Jerome Groopman) of Rose George’s book Nine Pints. The first...
by Clifford Mae Henderson | Nov 21, 2018 | Musings
I wrote this yesterday. Today, mercifully, it’s begun to rain! Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! May you feel safe, loved, healthy, and full of good nutritious food! But let us not forget those who must rise up from the fires and begin again. *** I was standing...
