Maggie Wilson Author

Historical Non-Fiction in Northern Ontario

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My Ten Cents Worth

I need to go to the bank. I owe them a dime. It’s a long, sad, tale. Sigh. OK, if you must know, I used the wrong bank card when I bought some food. Fine. I paid the cash that I owed. The bank sent a note. I still owed a dime. They sent a note to say I owed a dime? As in TEN WHOLE CENTS? I know. It did […]

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Tune Out

On his commute home from the train station, Reiner listens to the 6 o’clock news. When we sit down to our meal, he shares the stories, usually indignant and full of contempt for what he’s heard. He needs to vent, to spew and sputter and verbally pound the kitchen table. I understand his mood. The news industry deserves our scorn if not for reporting calamities and upset, certainly for the […]

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The Treasure Hunt

One of the appeals of mineral collecting is the concept of treasure hunt. While the minerals that we look for do not fill the bill as regards monetary value, they are precious for their scientific significance. Now, don’t get me wrong. Of course, we are grateful that other mineral collectors are willing to pay for the specimens that we uncover. When we put an item up for auction, and two or […]

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Kindness is as Kindness Does

Tuesday was garbage day. Since I have been on my own for over a week, there was not much to take to the curb. I thought to myself, “Why bother? It can wait till next Tuesday.” Then, after I remembered my advice about loving kindness and doing the chores that need doing, I prodded myself into action. Picture this: There I am, standing at the curb holding a bag half-filled […]

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Sights and Sounds

In the 1960’s, Dad’s business was electronics repair and he worked out of the shop in the basement. The business failed due to rapid advancements in technology and Dad couldn’t afford to stay current. While the failure made for any number of difficult moments in family dynamics, it was not without its perks. Since some people didn’t pick up or pay for the repairs, Dad claimed the goods. For instance, we were among the […]

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Misophonia

In the case of creative pursuits, I need quiet. No music. Conversations and street noise must be muted. I learned this years ago when I attended college for an Advertising Art Program. While I was in creative mode, designing my projects, I needed complete silence. While I was in technical mode, that is, rendering the piece, I listened to music. The same goes for my writing. While I compose a piece, […]

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