Maggie Wilson Author

Historical Non-Fiction in Northern Ontario

Archive for April 2014


I know that the question “If a tree falls in the forest and there is no one there, does it make a sound?” is meant as a brain teaser. But I’m here to tell you: when you are getting ready for bed and you hear the most god-awful cracking and crashing noises, the kind that make your blood run cold, the answer is a resounding, “Yup.” Ironically, everyone in the neighbourhood heard the […]

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Sharing My World

My writing muscles are fatigued, so by way of keeping them gently active, I will participate in Cee’s “Share Your World” If you had to describe your day as a traffic sign, what would it be? At one time, my life was one detour after another. Lately, though, all systems are steady as she goes, full steam ahead. Nice and boring and no real drama. Unless I manage to manufacture some. Is […]

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Buster for Auntie Doris

I promised Auntie Doris that I’d upload a photo of Buster Keaton for her. When I wrote the other day that I had a “thing” for Buster, she replied, I used to like that Buster Keaton. He had a knowing look in his eye, even when he had an innocent expression on his face… He wouldn’t have had to try more than three times if he had wanted to nail me! […]

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