by Clifford Mae Henderson | Jun 1, 2018 | Travel log
When it was clear my father was dying, I asked him how he’d appear to me once he’d died. I explained to him how my deceased friend visited his wife as a blue heron, how Dixie’s mom came to her as a ladybug. He thought about it for a few seconds, his eyes closed, his...
by Clifford Mae Henderson | May 22, 2018 | Travel log
I call my GPS Sacagawea. She’s been a tremendous help on this road trip across the United States. Don’t get me wrong, I love my maps, but when it comes to negotiating our way through, say, Montgomery Alabama’s inner city to the Memorial for Peace and Justice (aka the...
by Clifford Mae Henderson | May 5, 2018 | Musings, Travel log
There are a lot of reasons to love Dixie Cox. Anyone who knows her knows this. She gives the best hugs. Is funny. Genuine. Generous. But here’s another reason to love her: wherever we go, be it campsite, trail walk through the desert, slow amble along a river, she...
by Clifford Mae Henderson | Apr 24, 2018 | Musings, Travel log, Uncategorized
I apologize for any typos! Writing this a a picnic table. The sun is going down! About a week ago, Dixie dreamed that she was dealing with a landscape company where you could choose a favorite landscape—cactus and rocks, pine trees, suburban, what have you—and the...
