Author Archives: Julie-Ann Baumer

Enoz is Enoz

As early as 2003, I was chronicling my societal decline sightings.  In December of that year, I scribbled the following on a scrap of paper: “I was struck by the general malaise at Wal-Mart tonight.  Everyone was wearing sweat pants.  I could … Continue reading

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Sanctuaries of Lost Time

I am currently working on a patchwork of writing assignments.  Most of them are yeoman’s service in support of people, events, or projects I love.  The word “yeoman” has fallen out of favor, possibly because it contains the word “man.”  … Continue reading

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Touching the Clouds

“For those of you who are passing through, we hope you will return to enjoy our hospitality.” —Self-Guided Historic Tour brochure of The Mount Washington Hotel A few years ago, I motored through Bretton Woods, New Hampshire.  I parked my … Continue reading

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The Weight of Memory

If my home were a bed and breakfast and I had a website with pictures, one of my spare bedrooms might be described as “The Memory Room.” “The Memory Room is ideal for the ‘morning person.’  Bright sunlight streams through … Continue reading

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Pedal Power

Somewhere in my office, I have a short list of entrepreneurial projects for the future.  Some rely on a large inheritance or a winning lottery ticket, like staring my own foundation devoted to the preservation and proliferation of truth and … Continue reading

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Lawn Chair Season

Spring.  It’s a busy time of year here in Maine.  I’ve written about it before, the way the grass grows three inches a day, birds show up en masse, and a woodchuck lurks around the backyard.  These are some of … Continue reading

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Cycling the Rail Trail

On Sunday, I drove to Augusta with my bicycle in the back of my Jeep.  Navigating the capitol city’s roundabouts twice or thrice, I parked at the Kennebec Valley YMCA and asked a friendly runner “which way to the Kennebec … Continue reading

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