Maggie Wilson Author

Historical Non-Fiction in Northern Ontario

Archive for September 2017

I’m Married to Sheldon Cooper

Dew is heavy this morning. If the temperature had dropped to near zero as was forecast, a killing frost would have clobbered the garden. I’m happy inside where it’s warm and not out rock collecting with the guys. It’s good to have the house to myself for a change. We’ve had a busier than usual week. Besides wrapping up the Tweedsmuir project which required daily trips to the museum, and […]

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The Other Day, I Met a Bear

  The other day, I met a bear, In a manner of speaking. He was out. I was in, standing at the kitchen window. A great big bear, It has been drawn to my attention that I exaggerate. It was a cub. A well-fed, maybe two-feet-at-the-shoulder cub. A way out there. He was out. I was in, etc., etc. By this time, my exclamations of bear!Bear!BEAR! have drawn the notice […]

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Disarming Excuses

Hi. How are you? I’m fine, thanks for asking. Yeah, it’s been a while, hasn’t it? I even missed the August installment of “Changing Seasons.” My bad. Oh, I dunno… this and that. Well, the library, for one – I’m learning how to use the new scanner to digitize the collection of negatives, slides, and photos. Nothing like a learning curve to keep the brain engaged. And to keep the […]

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