Maggie Wilson Author

Historical Non-Fiction in Northern Ontario

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Who’s Counting?

  Today is the first day of autumn – (technically, this year the first day of fall is on Tuesday the 22nd, but on MY calendar, the first day of the season always falls (HA!) on the 21st. The winds are brisk from the south. The hummingbirds have finally left for their winter grounds south of the equator. To my mind, they lingered longer this year – did the hurricanes and […]

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Meanwhile, in Northern Ontario

Limestone Quarry

Thank you fellow writers for the courage and inspiration to safely break out of my bubble and poke my nose back into the blogs. When I say “safely”, I mean piercing that bubble in such a way that a cascade of pent up emotion does not drown both reader and author. You know what I’m talking about. Except, maybe you don’t. We are far removed from the hotspots in the […]

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Candyass vs Badass

Spring is up to her usual tricks in these parts. Snow/sun, freeze/thaw. The winds are bitter cold except when the sun breaks through the clouds. Then I feel like that character from the Aesop’s fable. The one about the contest between the sun and the wind and who could compel the traveler to take off his coat. Yesterday was day three of the same weather pattern. The weather kept me […]

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Things that are Things 2020

Dill Pickle Soup I called a friend the other night to check up on her – she’s in her 80s and is staying inside where it’s safe. She has an excellent support circle in her community and has all she needs. Including her dinner that evening – homemade dill pickle soup. “Dill pickle soup is a thing?” I asked her. “It’s a delicious thing,” she said. I’ll take her word […]

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Patience, Grasshopper

[contented sigh] The summer has been lovely – no threat of forest fire like we had last summer, and therefore no stinky days with windows closed against the smoke. The evenings have been great for sleeping – full moons and digestive issues notwithstanding. Cats romping and roaming, notwithstanding. (One doesn’t get to use big words like notwithstanding often enough, wouldn’t you agree?) I’m not so sure about the garden, though. […]

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Spring, and a middle-aged woman’s fancy turns to thoughts of lilacs

Ah, silence. I am home alone. All day. Yesterday, too. What a treat! My husband and his pals are out enjoying the first rockhounding weekend of the season: May Two-Four, as it is known colloquially, or the Victoria Day holiday. Rarely do I have a large block of time to myself. Being in “each other’s pockets” day in and day out is a mixed blessing. He enjoys my company, and […]

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Time Team Cobalt – The Roman Road

Winter has its upside.  We heat the house with wood during the coldest months and we are able to enjoy the lower family room that is otherwise too cool in the non-heating season. During the dead of winter, we watch TV downstairs – movies and documentaries – whatever we can find for free online. We don’t have cable. That also means the cats get to watch birds and chipmunks or […]

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