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Author Archives: Julie-Ann Baumer
Yankee Swap!
Pattern recognition is important in life. I’ve got the Russell Stover chocolate thing down. Sweet Thursday!
Crumbs
One day my brother stopped over for a cup of coffee. Like most visitors, he sat at the kitchen island while I brewed up a cup. Or maybe it was a pot of tea. I offered him a cookie or … Continue reading
My Cookie-Pierced Heart
Everyone knows by now that I don’t have a Tee Vee. Worse than that particular crime against Americanism, I’m not very good at following pop culture. Sure, the teenagers walk by my house every day wearing pajama pants, hoodies, and … Continue reading
Posted in Friday Pillow Talk
Tagged Drew Magary, Holiday Cookie Swaps, private libraries, Williams-Sonoma
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Just Capause
It’s funny when little children begin meandering their way around words and turn “because” into “capause.” It kind of sounds like “coffee pause.” Have one today.
Solo
I don’t remember when I started haunting the Basilica of Saints Peter & Paul in Lewiston. Maybe it was Ash Wednesday. Or maybe it was during a “Lady Alone Traveler” trip to Lewiston. The exact day is not clear; my … Continue reading
Posted in Back to School
Tagged Basilica of Saints Peter & Paul, I am a Franco American, Lewiston, Paul Caron
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Satins and Chips
A few nights ago, I finally unwrapped the gift my friends Mary and Dave brought to my house on Thanksgiving. I hated to unwrap it; the slim box wrapped in orange paper with a yellow and orange polka dot ribbon … Continue reading
Afternoon Tea
It’s a delight to have guests for tea. Tomorrow, we’ll bust into that box of Russell Stover chocolates I got for Thanksgiving.
Gifts of All Sorts
For the last week, I’ve been living in a “Thanksgiving bubble.” All my thoughts and energy went into preparing Thursday’s meal–my first Thanksgiving in my new home. I invited my parents, my brother and sister-in-law, and Mary and Dave (who … Continue reading
Stay Tuned!
I’m in a slow-moving turkey coma today. My regularly scheduled “Friday Pillow Talk” installment is only half-written and I’m late for the office. Let’s meet here at some point this weekend and I’ll tell you how winter storm Cato brought … Continue reading
Posted in Friday Pillow Talk
Tagged Black Friday, Gifts, Seth Godin, Thanksgiving 2014, turkey coma
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La Neige
Je ne suis pas bloqué par la neige. That’s French for “I’m not snowed in.” No time to look up “the turkey’s in the oven.” Happy Thanksgiving!
Posted in Minimalist
Tagged Thanksgiving 2014, Thanksgiving in Maine, the french word for snow, Way ahead of Uncle Bob this morning, winter storm Cato
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Julie-Ann Baumer 