by Clifford Mae Henderson | Oct 11, 2022 | Uncategorized
Anyone who’s paying attention knows that humanity is going bonkers. But it’s hard to know who or what to blame. The internet? Hollywood? Elon Musk? Alex Jones? Those we did or didn’t vote into office? Ourselves? I dunno. But the news can really get me down. Lately,...
by Clifford Mae Henderson | Sep 9, 2022 | Dear Reader
I am super honored to be included in this new book browser, shepherd.com. The folks behind it are trying to find new ways to help you find the books you love. It’s author friendly and easy to use. You can search by Wikipedia topic, books similar to your favorite book...
by Clifford Mae Henderson | Jul 31, 2022 | Musings
Dear Hulk, I’m sorry I did what I did. You were a good parakeet and very little trouble. But remember, you were thrust upon me, as, I suppose, I was thrust upon you. I’m sure life offered you few choices. I’m sorry about that. I picture you, baby budgie, being snagged...
by Clifford Mae Henderson | Jul 27, 2022 | Musings
Dear Mrs. Hinkley, I’m sorry that I never called on you that last time. You remember how you asked me to? How when I told you I was no longer going to clean Mr. Orland’s apartment complex for you, you asked me to “stop by” just one more time? That was quite a job you...
by Clifford Mae Henderson | Jun 9, 2022 | Musings
It’s been a long time since I’ve written in this blog. Sorry about that, dear friend. See, things are changing in my life, and as a result I’m finding myself a bit tongue-tied. Not to worry. The changes aren’t bad, and maybe changes is the wrong word. Maybe...
by Clifford Mae Henderson | Feb 23, 2022 | Dear Reader, fiction
Hello friends! Did you miss me? I kind of got sidetracked, I know. Working on another novel. Adjusting to the new post-pandemic Fun Institute. And by that I mean, constantly adjusting. Masks on. Masks off. On again. Then outside. Inside. Back outside. Sheesh. Even for...
by Clifford Mae Henderson | Jun 20, 2021 | Musings
I was lying in bed with Dixie. It was morning. We were engaged in what we refer to as cuddle therapy, which basically means putting off the day’s chores by remaining in bed an extra half hour. We usually laugh a lot during this time. We recount any dreams that we...
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 | Mar 16, 2021 | Uncategorized
Maybe it’s my background in theater, but I love novels with lots of juicy dialogue. But what makes dialogue good? What makes it ring true? Here’s one thing: sometimes we don’t talk to each other, we talk at each other. An example from real life. But first, a little...
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...
