Introducing Cindy J's Radio Edit-- Cindy Henson Wiggins

In the spirt of embracing the words of entrepreneur Tom Bilyeu in Inc.com article The Simple Way to Find Your Passion, According to a Founder Who Built a Billion-dollar Brand, "How did I create this situation?", I've decided to accept one of

Google's inviolable truths: one cannot place ads on a blog deemed to contain adult content. One can rage against the machine or find solutions. And contrary to popular belief, I do often write articles and novels that do not require an 18+ warning. Those pieces have languished in the dark long enough. Again, a sitution I created myself. Time to separate church and state.

I realize this means two blog posts a day, two accounts for every social media platform, and two versions of myself. Or at least showing the world me on my best behavior. Hey, I do have the capacity for restraint...I do! But nothing worth having is every easy to achieve and as I've said before, writing isn't something I do, it's isn't a hobby, and it isn't a part of me. Writing is ALL of me and I take that as seriously as anyone who has ever realized their destiny.

It's also been immensely therapeutic embracing my given name-- Cindy Wiggins. I've been at war with that name long enough (Carol Burnett was no help in that department, the character was hilarious, but still...). I threw in the Henson as a shout out my beloved mother's peeps.

Don't worry, I promise content as irreverent as ever. One can be irreverent without wirty dords and references to...let's say private parts.

My new blog shall contain no content that could make a sailor blush while my other is still no holds barred. Think of It's complicated as a 1980s Eddie Murphy stand-up routine and Clean! as Bill Cosby from the same era. Oh wait, NOT the best example. How about the late, great Red Skelton: a comedic genius who never used 4-letter words or "allegedly" Roophied and violated women. See, I can still be irreverent with nary an F-bomb on site.

Welcome to Clean!, home of my literary works even my dad can read.

Cheers,
Cindy

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