Marie Wilson
Bio
Harper Collins published my novel "The Gorgeous Girls". My feature film screenplay "Sideshow Bandit" has won several awards at film festivals. I have a new feature film screenplay called "A Girl Like I" and it's looking for a producer.
Stories (42/0)
In the Time of Your Life, Live
We named her Seven. But my youngest wasn't sold on the name, so I took the red magnetic 9 off our fridge, placed it in the kitten's dish and said: "Wouldn't it be funny if Seven ate 9?" That rocked my four year old's body with laughter and from then on Seven was our new cat's official name. My eldest always called her Sevy.
By Marie Wilson2 years ago in Petlife
- Third Place in Thrift Finds Challenge
Bunny’s Bargain BasementThird Place in Thrift Finds Challenge
In the summer, I’d see her getting into her lipstick-red convertible, all her shiny gold bracelets clanging as she opened the door. Chandelier earrings glimmered out from her jet-black, puffed-up 1960s hairdo. Her big curvaceous body, always clothed in dark baby-doll dresses of pleather and lace, would swing itself into the car, and off she’d go.
By Marie Wilson2 years ago in Styled
What to Wear to a Pandemic
I have one outfit for the pandemic: my pjs - bubble-gum pink flowers floating across electric-blue flannel. I watch a lot of movies in them, and these days I take special pleasure in noting costume design. Take a break from sweat pants and lockdown with these filmic wonders -
By Marie Wilson2 years ago in Styled
Dear Terrill
When I read West of the Pecos, I realized you’re not much like its heroine, whom you're named after. Terrill is a beautiful name, and Dad (who favoured Western novels) thought it perfect for his first born. It was and still is. So, regardless of differences between you and your namesake, I sought out a few lines about the fictional Terrill that could describe you also -
By Marie Wilson2 years ago in Families
In The 6ix: A Black Baker Rises to the Top
The man made good cakes. And following an apprenticeship, he got a job as a baker. It was 1861, he was nineteen years old. It wasn’t his first job - he’d been working since he was a kid to pay for school supplies - and it wouldn’t be his last. For the next sixteen years he kneaded dough, decorated cakes, baked pies. Then, he started driving horse-drawn cabs for his uncle’s livery stable. Years later, at the age of fifty-two, he became Toronto’s first Black elected politician.
By Marie Wilson2 years ago in FYI
Five and Dime Jezebel
Opening the old notebook, an aroma flutters from its pages: not mold, not dust, but love gone sour, the ripe odour of hate. Yet all its pages seem untouched. A virgin notebook. Then I glimpse his dense scrawl on a few pages in the middle. There’s the stench.
By Marie Wilson2 years ago in Families
