Maggie Wilson Author

Historical Non-Fiction in Northern Ontario

If my Husband had a Blog

I’m turning to my husband today for news from our corner of the universe. Nothing is inspiring me, but he’s got plenty on his mind. From the Job Jar. The weather on Easter weekend was marvelous. Sunny and mild. So much so, Reiner removed the plastic insulation from the windows. The entire house heaved a heavy sigh of contentment, gulping in the fresh air as if it had been holding […]

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Perspective

One would think that I, someone who claims to easily recognize patterns, would have twigged to the fact long before now, that if Easter is on the calendar, so is the full moon. And that if things are going slightly askew, if I am having difficulty sleeping, then usually, la bella luna is involved. But still, today I was surprised to see images of the moonrise in my social media […]

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Ulterior Motive

  Greetings, my online friends! [awkward pause: what to talk about? I know! The good old standby, the weather!] I have finally lost my patience with winter. It took a while, but now I’m getting cranky. Back in November, as we headed into the season, I actually looked forward to the long months, with the woodstove fired up, raisin bread in the oven, and several historical research projects to occupy […]

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Untitled

If you are like me, you might not be able to write your post without a title. For me, at the very least, I need a working title, a placeholder. Only then am I able to begin writing. With that in mind, here’s the list of the titles that I dismissed before landing on “Untitled.” Checking In Ghosting It’s Not You, It’s Me Radio Silence I’ll be Seeing You (…well, […]

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Recycling

A friend who read Things that WERE Things sent me a note saying, “It’s fun to google vintage ads as the results range from ridiculous to hilarious to downright offensive. He sent along a couple of his favorites. In response, I sent him one that I found while writing an assignment for the Mining Engineering Technician program a few years back. And then I had a brilliant idea. I haven’t written […]

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For Suzanne. And Jean.

It’s funny, isn’t it, how the universe drops hints as it nudges you forward, backward, toward… I dunno which direction, to tell you the truth. But thanks to Suzanne and her tantalizing post about an intimate encounter with leftover pineapple, I remembered something. Something that at one time would have been very painful to recall, but this year, I completely forgot it. As is usually the case with my comments […]

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Things that WERE things

We’ve been helping clean out a friend’s mother’s house in preparation for the new owners. Her mother lived in this house since the 80’s and her grandparents lived there since the 50’s. Mother did not throw out a thing. Not. A. Thing. The attic, as well as cupboards, closets, bureaus, and the basement were filled to the literal rafters with stuff. Stuff  that has since been sorted for donation, for sale, […]

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