Linda Henry


Driving Miss Crazy

October 30, 2011

Although I like to consider myself beyond reproach, I will cop to one very particular personal flaw: I constantly provide feedback, mostly negative, to my fellow drivers. Iím not talking about my fellow drivers on ďlifeís highway,Ē but rather fellow drivers on whatever road I am also driving on, in the literal (more…)

The Winter of My Content

October 24, 2011

Tags: Churchy, turtle, Occupy Wall St.

Like Churchy, the three-legged turtle who summers in the vegetable garden, I think Iím ready to accept my winter fate. Unlike Churchy, I will try to refrain from hurling my body against the walls of my terrarium, insisting on one more romp in the garden, which we non-reptiles know is torn up and about to freeze over for the duration. Keith has been bringing Churchy in at night, but even so, the turtle spends his sunny afternoons digging into the garden, under the sod or the uprooted tomato vines, as if his people have abandoned him. I know how he feels; maybe itís come to this: every reptile for himself. If you donít have a ride home and donít feel like hitchhiking, you best find a cot in the back and hunker down. (more…)

Death of a Stranger (and ex-husband)

October 11, 2011

Tags: Luke the Drifter, House of Mercy

In a couple of days, Iím making my big theatrical comeback. I think the last time I was on stage was in my high school's production of ďStory Theater,Ē a post-hippy musical in which I portrayed Henny Penny. I was typecast, honestly. Particularly in my younger days, ďThe sky is fallingĒ was my mantra. Now Iím older, wiser, and only slightly embittered, so this new role is perfect for me. The play is (more…)

Selected Works

My daughter likes depressing books. ďSomeone dies in the first chapter,Ē Grace says gleefully of a novel she canít put down. Maybe this inclination comes naturally, growing up with the ghost of a sister she never knew.†
In which my brilliant son prevails against middle-school bullies. Adapted from "A Voice Not My Own"