Maggie Wilson Author

Historical Non-Fiction in Northern Ontario

Show and Tell

Today Reiner walked to the Silver Café to meet his pals of the Round Table. You know, the shadow cabinet. The brain trust. A decades old tradition here in Cobalt in which the guys meet for coffee and chew the fat. The café has designated a special room for the group– separate entrance, a large table, and their own carafe of coffee. He hasn’t been able to attend ever since […]

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One Door Saturday

Since I’ve lost my ability to tell time these past few months, and, apparently, a need for rules and order, I present to you a mishmash of One Liner Wednesday, Thursday Doors, and Stream of Consciousness Saturday. Oh, and of course, since the block editor has been foisted upon all of us, let’s consider this my maiden voyage into that new world. Call me old fashioned, but if it ain’t […]

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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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Vanity, thy Name…

I stole the heading from my Caroline Maben Flower article. Vanity, thy Name… was the working title for the chapter that described her meeting artist Herman Kiekebusch in October, 1895. The landscape painter was born in Berlin 1857 and worked in Norway, Germany, and other alpine countries. She posed for one of his other works, and then he began a portrait of her. About two months later, Caroline and Kiekebusch […]

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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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There’s a But

Ms. Bean asked the question, “Which Three personality Traits are Helping you Deal with Today?” I replied, “I am pragmatic, perceptive (like you) and empathetic. At the beginning of all of “this” I was able to keep my head, sympathize when required, and in general I was somewhat removed from all of the hysteria. But. I have a front row seat, so to speak, to the shitshow that is underway […]

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