Maggie Wilson Author

Historical Non-Fiction in Northern Ontario

Personal Growth

Through Thick or Thin(ner): Dedication

I think we would all agree that “dedication” ranks high on the list of goals when one sets out on a health improvement quest. I am getting to know this word because being dedicated to a new health routine lies just beyond my grasp. Last week I despaired the setbacks and missteps. You guys were awesome with your support and I learned from you. One week later, not much has changed […]

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Through Thick or Thin(ner): Next Steps and Missteps

So far so good. My announcement earlier this week has garnered support and encouragement. Thanks, guys, you rock! I have to admit that I’m feeling a mild panic along the lines of “Oh boy, what have I done? Couldn’t keep my mouth shut, could I?” Well, that was the point, wasn’t it: declare my intentions to eat healthy and exercise, thereby obliging myself to follow through. Fine. What’s next? Carrie wrote, […]

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Through Thick or Thin(ner): The Series

It’s time for a slight departure here on the blog. My aim is twofold. Wait, maybe threefold. Perhaps more. Oh I dunno, who’s counting? Anyway, the number of folds aside, it’s time for a change. Back story: I paid a visit to my new MD last month. First thing he did was take my blood pressure. He used a magic machine that took six readings, eliminated the first and last, […]

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Tuesday is Seniors Day

“Tuesday is Seniors’ Day at Rexall,” my husband said. “You are a senior now, you know.” “What?!” “Yeah, you’ve been a senior for four years.” “I don’t want to talk about it,” I grumbled. “What’s the problem? It’s 20% off! The money is better in your pocket than theirs!” I harrumphed, my default response when he is right. Reiner is not the only one to remind me of my status […]

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Because. Modess.

Luanne wrote about her encounter with delegates to a Comicon event and wondered if she would have more fun if she nurtured her inner Geek and played dress-up more often. She asked, “Are you a geek or are you cool?” In my comment to her, I said that I’m a lukewarm geek. I have to be in the right mood to dress up in costume. Even then, my effort is […]

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I Look Better on Paper

I’ve been saying “I look better on paper” a lot lately. For instance, three months ago, during a panicky moment and a bout of “WTF-am-I-thinking?” thinking, I told Kate… “Um, I’m not so sure about taking on a leadership role in the Women’s Institute.” Without an edit button, I’m lost. I’m not polished when I speak, I hesitate, I stumble, I can hardly pronounce “extemporaneously” let alone speak that way. […]

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Avon Calling

Mom didn’t wear much makeup. She powdered her nose and applied lipstick twice a day. She may have plucked her eyebrows, though I don’t recall her wielding the tweezers. A dried up compact of mascara sat unused in the bathroom medicine cabinet. When I consider why she didn’t use more makeup, the answer is twofold. Mom  had reasonably good looks and great hair colour genes. When she died in her early […]

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