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.

Happy Birthday Brother Mine

Posted on August 18, 2012 by literarylee

Happy Birthday brother mine I hope your special day is fine, With lots of presents, treats and fun For a brother and friend who’s second to none. Today’s the day we celebrate Your life. ‘Bout you we contemplate. You’re honest, … Continue reading →

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Today’s the Day We Celebrate

Posted on August 16, 2012 by literarylee

Today’s the day we celebrate Our dear, our smart, our lovely Kate. To note this day, we really oughta: How could we ever forget our Katya? I’m serious here I wouldn’t josh ya, About how much we admire Kasia A clever, … Continue reading →

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A House Without Gin

Posted on July 30, 2012 by literarylee

A house without gin ain’t worth living in. A house without whiskey is a little too risky. A house void of bourbon is very disturbin’! A house with no vodka makes me wanna read Kafka. A house with no schnapps … Continue reading →

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Seeing the Wild Redhead in the Median

Posted on July 19, 2012 by literarylee

Did anyone else see the fox I just saw?  It looked, hair-wise, like a relative of mine, a wild canine redhead with a silky bushy auburn tail (though neither my kin nor I have tails).  The lean creature loped slowly westward across the median … Continue reading →

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Birthday Card to John

Posted on July 14, 2012 by literarylee

Happy Birthday John, We think you’re really keen, The very bestest cousin That the world has ever seen. We hope the day is happy, And filled with celebration And think, dear friend, that you deserve, A rousing, grand ovation.

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Using every darned last inch of this costly journal down to the last line

Posted on June 26, 2012 by literarylee

I intend to use every darned inch of this journal.  I have these last two-point-five empty blank pages left before the whole thing is full.  Waste not want not.  Be frugal.  Be careful.  Check the balance.  Watch out, especially with … Continue reading →

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A Well-Seasoned Celebration

Posted on June 24, 2012 by literarylee

June 21, 2012 I want a way to note each of the year’s four seasonal watersheds, the two equinoxes that usher in Spring and Fall and mark the halfway point to extreme light or darkness, and the solstices, cosmic exclamation … Continue reading →

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The Rider Chronicles: A June Saturday With Rider

Posted on June 19, 2012 by literarylee

Our trip to Brooklyn a couple weekends ago was partly a gift for Rider’s father (he turned 27 that day) but mostly, naturally, another opportunity for Rider’s grandmother and me to spend time with our dear, sweet grandtyke.  Tending Rider … Continue reading →

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Sunset Okra Surprise

Posted on June 14, 2012 by literarylee

Sounds like the name of a dish: Sunset Okra Surprise, like something a southern chef might have concocted.   It’s what delighted us yesterday at dusk. We were hoping for a post-supper, post-Jeopardy wave of calm to wash over us but no, we knew … Continue reading →

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Of Homemade Paper Pots

Posted on June 3, 2012 by literarylee

I’m making my own pots this year.  I treated myself this spring and am now the proud owner of a Pot Maker.   Do I like this odd little wooden tool because it represents the brilliant step I’ve taken toward being … Continue reading →

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