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Author Archives: Julie-Ann Baumer
The Mortal Coil
When I was eleven, my cousin Kirk died. He was born with a developmental disability and he never walked or talked. He died when he was only six and his funeral was the first I attended. The funeral remains an … Continue reading
Posted in Friday Pillow Talk
Tagged Memento Mori, Muriel Spark, three thousand mile screwdrivers
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A Paradox
There is a new coffee shop in Portsmouth, New Hampshire. They serve tiny French pastry-like sweets and George Howell coffee. I didn’t realize how important George Howell was to coffee until the owner explained it to me, but you know, … Continue reading
The Pawn at The Colony
Promoting The Moxie Festival at Sunday’s Wicked 5k in Kennebunkport? Check. Spending Sunday afternoon in the glorious October sun on the coast of Maine? Check. Waking up at 2:00 a.m. to hear the closing remarks of the WEEI gas bags … Continue reading
Posted in Just Writing
Tagged a beautiful fall day in Maine, Kennebunkport, The Colony Hotel, Walker's Point
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The Mail in the Box
I stopped at the post office yesterday on my way to pick up some basement windows Handy ordered. It’s been a busy week here. My P.O. Box had only one bill and a catalog which promised to be “the most … Continue reading
Posted in Friday Pillow Talk
Tagged Gulf of Maine Books, longing for order, Saturn Press
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Fall Foliage Driveway Tour
I had lunch at my brother’s house yesterday. Just before I snapped this image, there was a leave shower. It’s good to get off the beaten path.
Posted in Weather and Seasons
Tagged a beautiful fall day in Maine, family business, the simple life
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Percolating Coffee
With the coffee steaming next to my netbook, I sat down to write my homage to The Biddeford Ball. Why do words fail me? For a woman of my particular socio-economic station who never went to a high school prom, … Continue reading
Posted in Friday Pillow Talk
Tagged Biscuits & Company, Historic Pepperell Mills, Maine Coast Roast, Roxy Suger, The Biddeford Ball
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Coffee Pot Pillow Talk…Tomorrow
We’ll get caught up, ok? Friday…
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Tagged Biddeford Ball, getting caught up
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The Burning Bush…Again
I wrote this blog post almost a year ago. This may very well be the first blog post I wrote about Handy. Back then, we were on very formal terms and I never called him “Handy.” Oddly enough, that burning … Continue reading
Posted in Abundance
Tagged David Wilcox, Show the Way, The Biddeford Ball
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Squealing
The hill outside my house has become a drag racing strip. Yesterday morning, a small black car drove slowly up the hill and stopped halfway. The driver put the car in reverse and slowly backed down to the bottom. Then, … Continue reading
Posted in Friday Pillow Talk
Tagged buddy gonna shut you down, calling the cops, first world problems, tach it up
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