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About Maggie de Vries  Author

After almost my whole life in the big city, I live in a small town now. On an island!

In June 2017, my husband, Roland, our cats, Misha and Sophie, and I moved from Vancouver to Ladysmith, just south of Nanaimo on Vancouver Island. Instead of a busy thoroughfare, we back onto green space with trees that tower over our house. I sit sideways on the couch and gaze endlessly out the big picture window when I “should” be working. I watch hummingbirds, blue jays, juncos and flickers and, of course, chickadees. Deer wander through our yard, stopping to munch on whatever looks appetizing to them. I’ve already watched the maples turn blazing red and drop their leaves. The snowdrop bulbs I brought from Vancouver have pushed up shoots and bloomed here.

I’m still teaching creative writing at UBC, which is keeping me connected. I’m writing too, but not on a particular project at the moment. Some sort of transition is happening, and I have no idea where it will lead.

I do have two bits of publication news for 2018.

My new picture book Swimming with Seals is out in April with Orca Book Publishers, beautifully illustrated by Janice Kun. Frieda Douglas at Salamander Books here in town runs a cozy well-curated bookstore with an excellent children’s section. She has kindly offered to host a launch for Swimming with Seals on May 8. Details to follow.

I was honoured to be asked to write 5000 words for the March 2018 issue of Room Magazine. I ended up with excerpts, at least I think that’s what they are. I called them “Morgan’s Story.” Morgan is a teenaged girl, but there’s a lot of me in her, even though I’ll turn 57 this year. Whatever I write next will, I think, be very close to home.


My Story – Maggie de Vries

My maternal grandmother, Dr. Flora Gauld Little, started medical school in 1918, when she was only sixteen years old. She retired when I was eleven and she was seventy. My great aunt (her big sister) was a nurse who worked much of her life in a leper colony in China. My mother was born in Taiwan shortly before the war, the daughter of two Canadian medical missionaries (one of them the grandmother already mentioned); Mum was a nurse, head of the geriatric ward at the hospital at the University of British Columbia and, later on, at Vancouver General, and she has raised four children and two grandchildren. Mum’s older sister, my aunt, is the Canadian children’s author, Jean Little, who is now past eighty and still writing, with more than fifty books to her credit, as well as co-parenting those two grandchildren, her great niece and nephew, with my mother. Aunt Jean has been blind since birth.

Maggie de Vries and her aunt Minke

Me with my Aunt Minke in her room.
Photo Credit: Roland Kokke

My paternal grandmother, Dieuwertje Kikkert de Vries, wrote several children’s stories before she had children of her own. Dad’s older sister, my aunt Minke, was a protestant nun for sixty years, and the head of her community in Switzerland for a quarter of a century.

As you can see, I have some strong female role models!

And given that I was showered with books throughout my childhood, and that I have a children’s writer for an aunt, I don’t think it’s surprising that I gravitated to writing when I was a kid, and have now written an adult memoir, two teen novels, two children’s novels and five picture books, or that I was a children’s book editor for seven years (at Orca Book Publishers in Victoria), or that I’ve been teaching children’s literature courses at universities now for twenty-five years, most recently shifting from literature to creative writing, which suits me beautifully.

The public speaking and coaching parts of my life came a bit later on, and sprung from tragedy.

My sister, Sarah, went missing from Vancouver’s downtown eastside in April 1998. You can read more about her in two of my books. Here I will simply say that after she disappeared, I changed; I learned so much, and gradually realized that my thinking had been part of the problem, that we as a society tend to see sets of stereotypes instead of human beings when we look at people like my sister (sex workers, drug users). As I learned, I wanted to share, to invite others along on my journey, so I wrote Missing Sarah: A Memoir of Loss and, later, a novel, Rabbit Ears.

In 2013, I surprised myself by signing up for life-coach training. The course (with well-known coach and writer Martha Beck) lasted almost a year, and gave me a chance to figure out what I really wanted in my life, and who I really wanted to work with. I’m excited about the opportunity to coach and mentor writers, to work with people who are on the verge of change, and with people who want to figure out how to love without judgment, guilt or shame (like I did at last with Sarah, but only after she was gone).

I’ve spoken out a lot since Sarah disappeared. Since Bill C36 (the Protection of Communities and Exploited Persons Act) became law on December 6, 2014, we face a new, more patronizing, restrictive (and dangerous) set of sex-work laws. I feel called to learn more. To start off, I’m listening to sex workers, I’m writing about what I’m learning, and, on November 1, 2014, I gave a TEDxSFU talk entitled The Red Umbrella: Sex Work, Stigma and the Law.

I grew up in Vancouver from the age of three. I’ve lived in other parts of Canada, and I spent extended time in Europe and Mexico in my twenties, but I’m now back home in a townhouse overlooking the Fraser River, with my husband, Roland, and our two Burmese cats, Misha and Sophie.