by Clifford Mae Henderson | Jan 19, 2021 | Dear Reader, Musings
The inauguration is today! Yipee! We’ve voted the maniac crook lying misogynist narcissist out of the White House. He wanted a military-style sendoff? Shoot him from a cannon, say I. To be completely transparent, at this moment, as I sit here at my desk writing, the...
by Clifford Mae Henderson | Oct 20, 2020 | Dear Reader, Musings
On Saturday, I evicted someone from their home. Or I think I did. It’s a little hard to tell when home is a blanket, a single shoe, a filthy t-shirt, five large Budweiser cans, a yellow disposable razor, two Kit Kat wrappers, and a used syringe. All of it under a...
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...
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....
