Maggie Wilson Author

Historical Non-Fiction in Northern Ontario

Archive for October 2017

You Had to be There

You know how couples or best buds have fun with running gags? – you know, the meaningless “just between us” jokes; the “you had to be there” sayings. For example, anytime Reiner and I get in the car as we leave for a collecting trip, we high-five and holler, “Road Trip!” Today’s WordPress prompt reminded me of the time when I was married to The One, and a particular line we’d say […]

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Change of Perspective

In reviewing my last few posts, I’m rather appalled by the complaining tone that underscores my writing. Today, time for a change of perspective. Was school easy or difficult for you? How so? Grade school was a piece of cake. Ditto the first and second tours at community college.  (Advertising Art, aka Graphic Design for one year and a decade later, Developmental Service Worker Program for three.) The third, the […]

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Spilt Milk

I have lost Jack. And two photo albums. No doubt more things are missing. For example, just yesterday, I offered to make some Christmas treats for the Cobalt Library fundraiser in December. I found my favourite steamed pudding recipe and made a list of ingredients to buy. Then I searched for the steaming equipment. The aluminum lidded container, I found. However, not the two ceramic bowls. I vaguely recall that […]

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Who Are You?

Veggie warning for the beet-phobic among the readership. I don’t know who I am anymore. Once upon a time, I didn’t need a grocery list. I was a whiz in the kitchen. I’d whip up a batch of, oh, I don’t know – let’s say chocolate beet brownies – or lasagna – maybe both in the same afternoon – after a day of weeding in the yard and hanging laundry on […]

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Nice Things

Walk with me. I need to share something that has been bugging me. First stop, the bedroom window: Now, let’s see what’s on the other side of the screen, shall we? At the risk of being too cryptic, my theme today is damage, willful or otherwise. Of course the kittens aren’t intentionally wrecking the screen. The caterpillars and the wild canaries are enjoying a hearty meal, nothing more, and we […]

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