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About literarylee

I sling words for a living. Always have, always will. Some have been interesting and fun; most not. These days, I write the fun words early in the morning before the adults are up and make me eat my Cream of Wheat.

Perfection

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The Synopsis of the Novel I’m Going to Write in November (and a Few Thoughts About its Impending Birth)

Reflecting on Being Heavy with Novel What’s happening to me?  I am pregnant with a novel.  I feel it growing, swelling inside my literary belly.  In the last few days it has even started to kick.  I only dreamed I … Continue reading

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The Rider Chronicles 12 – 24 Hours with Rider

I have not written about my grandson for too many weeks because I have not seen him for many too many weeks.  I’m not with him nearly as much as I wish.  Not only that, I’ve been a Rider Bachelor … Continue reading

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They liked it, they really liked it…

(I sent an email to my family and while writing it asked myself, as I do with most anything I write these days, should I publish this on The Life Literary?  I obviously decided I would.  My entire goal with … Continue reading

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I Dig Sweet Potatoes

I dig them in the garden, but I don’t like eating them.  I never have and I’m guessing I never will.  Too bad for me, I’ve been told, missing out on such a sweet and healthy treat. This was Mrs. … Continue reading

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Duck 20

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Among the Liberators: Like a Latin Villa

(The previous portion of the walk: Bolivar the Great) After you’ve contemplated the great General Bolivar and walked the 360 degree circuit around the statue, meander through what I consider the funny little park that surrounds it.  When it comes … Continue reading

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Of Leeks, Cucumber Memories and a Clean Fall Garden

Visited Smith on Sunday, a fine, Fall afternoon, to dig sweet potatoes and couldn’t believe what all else was ready, too.  I picked a half dozen honorable Anaheims, a mildly hot pepper we pickle and like for cooking because it … Continue reading

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Autumn Striptease

About three hours west of here, close to the sources of the great Potomac which these days saunters lazily by our apartment, a small community in the Appalachians is convening a five-day festival called Autumn Glory.  I’m pretty sure scores … Continue reading

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Down to the River to Pray – 5

(Down to the River to Pray Introduction and Explanation) Faith isn’t an exclusive God Club with passwords and secret handshakes, who’s in and who’s not.  If you’re a member, say the code, Person answering the door: “The rain in Spain … Continue reading

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