Maggie Wilson Author

Historical Non-Fiction in Northern Ontario

Archive for August 2014

Ready or Not: The One Where I meet The One

In the early 1980’s when I moved from Owen Sound to London, Old South London, or The Wortley Village as it is known today, was an up-and-coming neighbourhood. Gentrification gave chase to the seedier elements though clusters of tired and tumbled-down homes remained. This was especially the case along Wharncliffe Road, the main thoroughfare that delineated the western-most border of Wortley Village. At one time, Wharncliffe was primarily a residential […]

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In Entertainment News

In Entertainment news, the rumour mill is running overtime! According to eye-witness reports, two famous Canadian bloggers were spotted enjoying a spectacularly beautiful day yesterday, as they strolled through the quaint town of Paris, Ontario. “They ordered the special,” said the waitress at the newly refurbished Arlington Hotel. “And vodka tonics, with lime. Grey Goose. Yes, both of them.” When further questioned, the waitress went on to say that the […]

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Writing: The Early Years

Composed for the Writing Essential Group prompt for Thursday, August 28, 2014 I received an email from my friend S. She is a long time writer, but hasn’t had much opportunity to create lately. She wanted to know what influenced my desire to write, and if I always held that desire. My poor friend. If only she knew how little encouragement I need to share my story. I started the email, “Good […]

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Graphite for Moo

For Moo This may not be the largest graphite specimen in the world… but it is one of the largest graphite balls! Balls of Graphite in calcite matrix from Gooderham, Ontario The overall specimen measures 3.5 x 3.0 x 2.5 cm The largest ball measures 0.5 cm The balls are composed of micro crystals of graphite. Dr. John A. Jaszczak is crazy nuts for graphite. His website has a ton of […]

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Share Your World Week 34

What is your favorite smell? What memory does it remind you of? Today’s freshly brewed coffee is my favourite smell. It reminds me of yesterday’s freshly brewed coffee. Name a song or two which are included on the soundtrack to your life? Mark Knopler’s Old Pigweed from his Ragpicker’s Dream album. I blasted that music when I drove anywhere after the breakup with The One. Another Knopfler favourite is the theme from Local Hero. I love the […]

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