Maggie Wilson Author

Historical Non-Fiction in Northern Ontario

Archive for April 2014

Liebster Lite

THANK you, Tamara Zito of Tamzen Temple for the Liebster Award! I truly appreciate the sentiment behind the assorted awards here on WordPress. As a relative newcomer (since January 2014) I’m still on the lookout for reading recommendations – word of mouth is my kind of advertising. I also appreciate the TON of work required to adequately attend to the acceptance of said honor, so when nominated, I usually smile, nod politely, […]

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Slips, Trips, and Falls: Part 1

Sunglasses? Check. House keys? Check-check. Cell phone? Checkity- check-check! Good to go. To where am I going you ask? Nowhere special. Just a walk around the neighbourhood to stretch my legs. So why the cell phone if I don’t use it to text or call anyone? The only incoming calls are from hubby at day’s end when he’s leaving work. Why the cell phone? In case I fall. I’m afraid […]

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Be the Change: What does it mean for you?

Gandhi’s words “Be the change you want to see in the world.” surface time and again and each time I read them, I cannot grasp the meaning in a way that makes sense, that sounds, “Aha! Now I know how to attend to this issue!” See, part of the problem is that I tend to take things literally. How can I be a “change”. It’s a verb! Or, as a […]

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Keesa me goo’night, Eddy

In the 1960’s, if it was 9 PM, we Wilson kids were in bed. Those were the rules if it was a school night. During the summer Dad allowed us to play outside until dusk. When the streetlights came on, that was our cue to gather up the toys and head home from the playground. Then it was straight upstairs to bed. When we were very young, we shared the same room. […]

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Cee’s Share Your World Week 16

How many places have you lived? You can share the number of physical residences and/or the number of cities. 17 and holding. I hope. Not too long ago I toyed with the idea of moving again, but came to my senses. I didn’t move out of my childhood home until married when I was a “mature” 20.5 years old. Then I didn’t stop moving. 16 moves in 38 years. I shudder […]

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