Maggie Wilson Author

Historical Non-Fiction in Northern Ontario

“Eat Anything you Want, Just Cook it Yourself”

Eat anything you want, just cook it yourself – closing words of this RSA short. (I highly recommend that you check out RSA – Royal Society for the Encouragement of Arts – kinda sorta like TED, only in the UK.) This is a wee animation that illustrates a snippet of Michael Pollan’s RSA talk in which he reveals an interesting fact: the most important factor in determining a healthy diet is […]

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I didn’t see this one coming.  Our household is going vegetarian. Sort of.  No more factory farmed meat. It’s too soon to tell, but if I should come across a source of locally and humanely raised beef or chicken, and if the price is right, then I’ll eat it. Maybe. For the moment, I feel a tad queasy after reading Eating Animals by Jonathan Safran Foer. If Foer had his […]

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Another Beginning – the ABC’s

Another Beginning Cuz I Didn’t have Enough Foresight. Gone are Horrors and Inevitable Judgements. Knowledge about Love Must be Non-attainable. Oh, Poop. Quiet and Reserve Served over Time is the Unguent: Victory Worthy of Zeus Another Beginning That the beauty of it, isn’t it?  There’s always another chance.  The universe is bountiful. Plenty to go around. Plenty of opportunity. Plenty of opportunity to learn, to make mistakes and to try […]

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In a fog

Isn’t that a lovely image?  Serene, tranquil, free from hazard. Hazards like oncoming traffic and slushy, icy, untreated roads and the giant 18-wheeler bearing down on you!  Or the guy running a stop sign at an intersection because visibility has been reduced to mere centimeters and then *Ka-BOOM* wreckage and carnage … and serenity is out the window. The polar vortex from earlier in the week is history. Today we […]

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What are you trying to tell me?

OK.  Isn’t that just the way?  You make a resolution to limit something, like, oh, I don’t know, computer games maybe, and temptation comes flying at you from all directions.  Like today, for example. As part of the mine engineering technician program, I am studying underground ventilation.  One question on the assignment asks us to master this online mine ventilation simulator.  Four minutes, no alarms.  The deal is to keep […]

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Mosty Toasty

As my dad used to say, Kee-ristmas it’s cold!   (When I was a kid I did not realize that he was being mildly profane.)  Wind chill warnings across the province announce frigid minus 30 to minus 40 C.  Interestingly, there have been reports of loud bangs in the night. Experts call them “frost quakes“.  After the freezing rain we had before Christmas, the ground was quite saturated.  The deep […]

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