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.

Publicly Committing Acts of Wanton Optimism

Posted on February 13, 2011 by literarylee

February 13, 2011 I planted seeds today.  Outside.  In two of my three gardens.  It’s not even March yet.  It’s barely the middle of February, a fact my inner sense of what’s done and not in a garden can hardly … Continue reading →

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My Life’s Warp and Woof

Posted on February 13, 2011 by literarylee

I have an energy and optimism I haven’t had in a very long time.  I’ve both gained and re-gained something: renewed verve, an opened eye, a loosened tongue.  I trust my view and my voice.  I am bringing many threads, old and … Continue reading →

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Two Jerusalems

Posted on February 12, 2011 by literarylee

(Undated, likely fall of 2004) …but from which part of Jerusalem?  Every day I witness the different Jerusalems that exist here in this one place, cozied together, pressed onto and into this hilly bit of rock and desert which itself … Continue reading →

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From the Bride’s Father’s Notebook – Day 2

Posted on February 10, 2011 by literarylee

From the Bride’s Father’s Notebook, Day 1 December 21, 2009 At Breakfast We ate breakfast together this morning, eggs, bacon, toast.  My bride was raised with a strong sense of the sanctity of hot toast.  It’s a well-known, well-worn drill … Continue reading →

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Winter is Good, His Hoar Delights

Posted on February 9, 2011 by literarylee

Emily Dickinson Winter is good — his Hoar Delights Italic flavor yield To Intellects inebriate With Summer, or the World — Generic as a Quarry And hearty — as a Rose — Invited with Asperity But welcome when he goes.

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Bombay Letters 1, March 1998

Posted on February 9, 2011 by literarylee

Date:                Monday, March 2, 1998 Subject:           Finally a Letter! Dear Family, First, we are here, happy, and safe.   Second, our home number is 011‑91‑22‑386‑4444.  You can reach us at it for about two weeks or so until we … Continue reading →

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Superbowl at the General’s House

Posted on February 8, 2011 by literarylee

Sunday was a perfect day to get out with a blue sky, a bright sun and not too cold.  It was a perfect afternoon for our annual Superbowl visit to the General’s house.  We first went there on the High … Continue reading →

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With Rue My Heart is Laden

Posted on February 7, 2011 by literarylee

A.E. Housman With rue my heart is laden For golden friends I had For many a rose lipt maiden And many a light foot lad. By brooks too broad for leaping The light-foot boys are laid The rose-lipt girls are … Continue reading →

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City Stew

Posted on February 7, 2011 by literarylee

Buses coursed upstreet and down, shaking out people from many small towns adding flavor and spice to the already bubbling metropolis.

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Optimism Needs Light

Posted on February 6, 2011 by literarylee

January 2010 –  I planted 72 seeds today, lettuce, cabbage, spinach, bok choi.  I planted them in an indoor, domed seed starting flat I bought at Ace Hardware for $5.99 yesterday.  I planted seeds I bought last year.  The whole … Continue reading →

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