by Clifford Mae Henderson | Feb 15, 2026 | Dear Reader, fiction, Mail Carrier, Musings, Post Office, The writing life, Writing Letters
Dear Reader and Friend, I’m on a bit of a break from fiction writing. How then, to satiate my love of language during this tumultuous time? I’ve been doing two things: reading some great novels and writing letters. The novel I’m reading now is North Woods by...
by Clifford Mae Henderson | Nov 12, 2025 | Dear Reader, Mail Carrier, Musings, Post Office, The writing life, Writing Letters
Dear Reader, It’s been too long since I’ve check in! I’ve been working on a novel, and that sucks up my writing time. But I’ve got something on my mind that I want to share with you. I fear that as we lose the ability to write by hand, we are...
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 | 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 | Feb 16, 2021 | Dear Reader, The writing life
The other night I was watching an episode of my new, favorite TV show, The Repair Shop. If you’ve never seen it, let me just say, it’s perfect Pandemic entertainment. It’s educational, predictable, and, as Dixie pointed out, full of nice people. It’s a place where...
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...
