by Clifford Mae Henderson | Oct 16, 2019 | Musings
The other day, I was cleaning out my bookshelf and came across a tattered book that was given to my mother as a teenager. (Though when I texted her just now she said she has no memory of the “Steve and Sue” whose inscription in the front cover indicates they gifted...
by Clifford Mae Henderson | Sep 19, 2019 | Blog Tour
Hello Friends! I’d like to introduce you to Louisa Kelly, who is on a blog tour! What is that, you ask? Well, for starters it’s something I have never done. But many authors do. They get other authors to host them on their websites. And because I am a big...
by Clifford Mae Henderson | Aug 21, 2019 | Musings
It’s 1982. I’m twenty-four. I’ve been living in San Francisco close to a year and a half. My intention when I made the move from Santa Cruz to the big city was to become a famous actor. I was not alone. A bunch of my drama-major women friends all made the same move,...
by Clifford Mae Henderson | Jul 19, 2019 | giveaways
Everybody loves a winner. Or so they say. It sure is fun to be a winner. And, lucky me, I am one! My novel, Perfect Little Worlds, about aging, love, and surviving an earthquake just won a Golden Crown Literary Award. Or, for you people in the know, a “Goldie.” I am...
by Clifford Mae Henderson | Jun 20, 2019 | fiction
So, every now and then I veer away from whatever novel I’m working on to write a short story. I have tons of them, most unpublished. I write them for fun. I get an idea and I want to see it on the page. So today, for lack of anything else to say, I’ve decided to share...
by Clifford Mae Henderson | May 15, 2019 | Travel log
So, I was a little anxious about crossing the Mexico/U.S. border. Not so much about entering Mexico (though I was a little nervous about my lack of Spanish), but about returning to the U.S. I’m not sure what I thought would happen. It’s not like I’m a terrorist or a...
by Clifford Mae Henderson | Apr 17, 2019 | Musings
The first time I cried on stage was in college. It was a big deal for me. I was in an Acting Shakespeare class and was performing a monologue from Cymbeline. The character I’d chosen was Imogen, daughter of Cymbeline, the king. In the monologue, she is responding to...
by Clifford Mae Henderson | Mar 20, 2019 | Musings, Travel log
One thing I never have to worry about is getting too full of myself. See, I have this built-in behavior pattern that kicks in any time I might be tempted to even think I’m “all that.” An example: Recently, my wife Dixie and I had the privilege of teaching a five-day...
by Clifford Mae Henderson | Feb 23, 2019 | Musings
Lately, I’ve had ants on the brain. And in my house. Not the trails that many Californians complain of. Not yet. So far, all we’ve had are lone scout ants, those extraordinary individuals who have the courage, the compulsion, the drive to seek out new horizons...
by Clifford Mae Henderson | Jan 18, 2019 | fiction, Musings
I am sitting in my dining room, eating a bowl of oatmeal with raisins and apples. It is morning. I am perusing my latest issue of the New Yorker and come across a review (by Jerome Groopman) of Rose George’s book Nine Pints. The first...
