Author Archives: Julie-Ann Baumer

A Slip of a Gift

Posted on March 27, 2014 by Julie-Ann Baumer

I was in the Biddeford-Saco area last Saturday and although I took some sad and ugly snaps with my camera, a big window-full geranium made me smile. The owner offered me the gift of a slip the next time I … Continue reading →

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Thanks, But No Thanks

Posted on March 26, 2014 by Julie-Ann Baumer

Today was supposed to be the second part in a three-part Reggie Black “Born to Run” chronicle, but poor old Reggie was busy propping up a rickety rosewood dining room table somewhere in the vast Tampa exurbs last night.  No … Continue reading →

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Just Stop It!

Posted on March 24, 2014 by Julie-Ann Baumer

Last Sunday night, I was counting the hours until my death. I know what readers are thinking.  Who wants to think such morbid thoughts?  As it turned out, my fear of dying was premature and greatly exaggerated, much like my … Continue reading →

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No Quiet Repose

Posted on March 23, 2014 by Julie-Ann Baumer

With the Jeep fully restored to clickety-clack-less locomotion, Lady Alone Traveler is moving about Maine again, investigating unlikely places. She remembers to LOOK UP and if she sees tall spires, she walks towards them. She jiggles the handles on church … Continue reading →

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Bridal Investigations

Posted on March 21, 2014 by Julie-Ann Baumer

Things waxed and waned at The White Sarcophagus that spring.  Little Miss Ruffles, all of nineteen year’s old, brought youthful energy to the salon most days and hung out in the back room moping on rare days when teen angst … Continue reading →

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Sunshine Par Avion

Posted on March 20, 2014 by Julie-Ann Baumer

Last night, I heard a tapping noise.  Maybe it was the baseboard?  No, it was ice at the window.  The ice turned to snow overnight and the first day of spring here in Maine is wet and wintery white. I … Continue reading →

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Reggie Walks in the Woods

Posted on March 19, 2014 by Julie-Ann Baumer

Reggie Black told me a funny story the other day; something from long ago.  I said “Reggie!  Why were you always walking alone in the woods?”  He said “why were you always alone in your room?”  Well, that settled that … Continue reading →

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My Dubious Advice

Posted on March 17, 2014 by Julie-Ann Baumer

Back in my “Velvet Sparkle Hammer” days, I had strong opinions about everything. No white shoes after Labor Day, always send a written thank you note, remember birthdays, and never, ever forget to bring a hostess gift. I even wrote … Continue reading →

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Preserving the Antiquities

Posted on March 16, 2014 by Julie-Ann Baumer

Not everything was built to be thrown away. The windows to the future may rely on the past.

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A-Hem

Posted on March 14, 2014 by Julie-Ann Baumer

Did I sleep last night?  I tossed and turned, writing sentences and paragraphs in my head until I fell into a close-eyed state resembling sleep.  How was I going to end the story of the bridal boutique?  Was it time … Continue reading →

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