by Clifford Mae Henderson | Jun 17, 2020 | Uncategorized
So I’m standing out at Lighthouse Field in Santa Cruz, California. I’m there with thousands of other protesters. I’ve come with a few friends, all younger than me by at least a decade, and they are at least a couple of decades older than most of the other protesters....
by Clifford Mae Henderson | Mar 17, 2020 | Uncategorized
Yup. Santa Cruz is officially on lockdown—or, partial lockdown. They call it “shelter in place.” What this means: “essential services” are still allowed to stay open. There’s a list of these, they include things like grocery stores, hospitals, plumbers, and hardware...
by Clifford Mae Henderson | Oct 21, 2018 | Musings, Uncategorized
I’m riding my bike along West Cliff, a beautiful bluff overlooking the Monterey Bay. I do this pretty regularly. I love my bike. I love the bay. You never know what you’re going to see. Whales? Otters? Dolphins? Lately, there have been tons of shore birds. They...
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...
by Clifford Mae Henderson | Apr 15, 2018 | Uncategorized
We’ve only been on the road eleven days and it seems simultaneously like the farewell party our improv students at the Fun Institute threw for us was just yesterday and last year. We’ve bird watched in Arroyo Seco, were special guests at a pachanga my brother and his...
by Clifford Mae Henderson | Dec 13, 2016 | Musings, Uncategorized
I once had someone say to me, “If I had a room like that, I could write a novel too.” It wasn’t someone I knew, a friend of a friend, I’m proud to say; I like to think none of my friends would say something so foolish. “Really?” I wanted to say, “you think the room’s...
