Author Archives: literarylee

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.

Righting the Okra

Posted on August 29, 2011 by literarylee

I don’t want to belittle any suffering, any serious property damage, any major problem or cost or sorrow anybody suffered because of Hurricane Irene.  I really don’t.  I mention that because I want to tell you about the “damage” the … Continue reading →

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Bombay Letters: Horse Races, Sailing, and a Reception

Posted on August 28, 2011 by literarylee

Tuesday May 5, 1998 Dear Family, I hope you don’t mind reading my and/or my family’s future memoirs in installments.  Do you think they’ll ever amount to much?  Maybe my wife and I will jointly write our memoirs and call … Continue reading →

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A Literally Serious Word from the Blogger

Posted on August 27, 2011 by literarylee

If every use of the word literally were an alien, we’d be literally overrun, taken over by that large and growing crowd.  The human race is clearly outnumbered by the number of times this word is used.  If the vast multitude, … Continue reading →

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Feel Better, Feel Good: Memorize a Poem

Posted on August 25, 2011 by literarylee

Memorizing poems is a fun and satisfying thing to do.  It stimulates my brain, warms my heart, and sometimes makes me laugh.  Learning and knowing poems also brings me emotional and psychological benefits.  It gives me a sense of accomplishment … Continue reading →

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My Wife’s a Winsome Wee Thing

Posted on August 24, 2011 by literarylee

Robert Burns Chorus.-She is a winsome wee thing, She is a handsome wee thing, She is a lo’esome wee thing, This dear wee wife o’ mine. I never saw a fairer, I never lo’ed a dearer, And neist my heart … Continue reading →

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Water Photo Captions

Posted on August 23, 2011 by literarylee

Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake.  (Kurt Vonnegut, Man Without a Country) When you read the phrase practicing an art, you think: what?  Painting fine pictures?  … Continue reading →

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Bites of my Summers

Posted on August 22, 2011 by literarylee

I took a bite of a childhood summer: tart, firm, crisp, satisfying, felt the juice of it dripping down my chin, splashing on my shirt. I saw two gnarled apple trees, five smudged children, and dozens of apples, green golf … Continue reading →

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The Rider Chronicles 9 – Rider’s Blessed Burden

Posted on August 21, 2011 by literarylee

A grandfather is allowed to philosophize if he wants to.  Right now I want to.  If you’d rather be out mowing the lawn, or possibly reading a book or going swimming, you’re welcome to go do it now.  I won’t … Continue reading →

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August Garden Report

Posted on August 19, 2011 by literarylee

Welcome garden fans to the August Garden Report.  I’m your host, Argyle Schield, and I’ll be showing you three of our finest local gardens.  Thanks for tuning in.  Let’s get right down to it and check on the first garden, … Continue reading →

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The Firefly

Posted on August 18, 2011 by literarylee

Ogden Nash The firefly’s flame Is something for which science has no name I can think of nothing eerier Than flying around with an unidentified glow on a person’s posterior.

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