Maggie Wilson Author

Historical Non-Fiction in Northern Ontario

Work, work, work

PSA: I’ve Got Good News

We interrupt this program for a Public Service Announcement. I’ve got good news. And I’ve got bad news. The good news is that I have paying work. I will be helping out at the Homestead. That is also the bad news. I simply do not have the time to devote to the style of blogging that I practice here on T-ZAMB. The party is over. It has been for weeks, […]

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Show’s Over

The badge says it all. Well, literally, it doesn’t say it all. I also had my brows waxed and my hair trimmed. I even wore eyeliner and lipstick, because, you know, first impressions and all that jazz. Regarding that job interview: suffice to say I now have an understanding of how employment agencies work. Or don’t, as the case may be. It turns out that I applied for a job […]

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Job Opportunity

OK folks. Just had a wee bit of excitement this afternoon. Was offered a chance to apply for an internship at a gold mine in Nunavut. For those who are unfamiliar with Canada’s geography, take a look at the map below: the green arrow is about 2500 km from home. Well, from Montreal actually. I’d have to get to Montreal to catch the charter flight to the mine. I must […]

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One Word Photo Challenge: Eggplant

 Eggplant-coloured minerals first and then it’s story time! Stichtite from  South Africa 3.0 x 2.6 x 0.7 cm Eggplant, eh? I immediately thought of the more elegant French variation “aubergine”. If you are Canadian you may understand that my next thought was “Eaton’s”. In my late 20’s I worked for Eaton’s. It was a great part-time job. Within walking distance of home and the employee discounts were awesome. Too bad I […]

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The Underwear Salesman

When I was eleven or twelve, all three of the children in the Wilson household had paper routes. Distributors dropped bundles of the Kitchener-Waterloo Record outside our house and Dad lugged them inside to organize the loads. Since the Record was an evening paper, we delivered the news after school and before dinner. My route started three blocks from home and wound through a turn-of-the century neighbourhood and on to […]

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Product Testing

I read a funny post this morning over on Paul’s blog. He wrote about the demise of a wonky calculator. I told him that I’ve “been there.” What I didn’t tell him is that it reminded me of a very dark time in my life. The Year of the Bitch. Ten years ago I was going through a divorce, living temporarily in the basement of my brother’s home, and working long […]

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