by Clifford Mae Henderson | Jul 26, 2018 | Musings, Travel log
Posted previously on Women and Words. “Were you ever scared?” “Did you ever feel as if you weren’t safe?” Dixie and I get asked these two questions a lot since returning from our cross-country van trip. Mostly by women. It really sucks that women have to ask. But I...
by Clifford Mae Henderson | Jul 9, 2018 | Travel log
So the cat’s out of the bag. At least it is if you came to Saturday Morning Live improv this past Saturday, where Dixie and I got to be students for a change (way fun!) or if you were lucky enough to get tickets to see Improv Playhouse in Santa Cruz on Friday night....
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 | Apr 3, 2018 | Dear Reader, Musings
Nothing between us and the open road now but millions of details! Line up house sitter. Check. Place Fun Institute into capable hands. Check. Arrange for bills to be paid. Check. Contact lawn guy. Check. Set email auto-responders. Check. Connect with Bookshop Santa...
by Clifford Mae Henderson | Mar 2, 2018 | Musings
There is a moment in an improv scene, or I should say many moments in an improv scene, when you and your scene partner are standing on the breathtaking precipice of the unknown. It’s a wonderful, terrifying feeling. It can happen like this. Top of the scene: the two...
