Let's Talk with Maggie Toussaint
Mayday! Mayday!
May 7, 2026
Are you familiar with the international distress call of “mayday, mayday”? It’s used by airplane pilots and boat captains when life and/or vessel is in extreme danger. Because this is the radio call of being in severe emergency, authorities exert heroic means to try to avert the danger or stage the rescue of survivors.
Did you know that mayday has a French origin? It is the French phrase “m’aider,” which means “help me.” The use of “mayday” catalyzes an immediate and urgent response of aid during a crisis in the air or on the water.
Growing up the daughter of a shrimpboat captain and living by the Atlantic Ocean, I can’t remember when I didn’t know about this important phrase. In point of fact, I don’t know that my dad ever used it, even when he rode out a hurricane in the gulf. Such was his determination to survive despite giant waves breaking over the bow of his shrimp trawler, he hung in there and kept steering into the waves…and rode out the storm.
That’s a testament to our plucky heritage down here in coastal Georgia. It takes tough stock to survive the heat and natural dangers here. And yet, there’s always a lifeline if anyone feels they are in mortal danger.
As kids, we were instilled with utmost caution about using this phrase. It is absolutely reserved for emergencies. Serious business, indeed.
I’m reflecting on this phrase today as I work on edits of my forthcoming release. My protagonist and amateur sleuth is a self-made businessman, Bob Calloway, who experiences the worst disaster ever when his wife dies. Authorities get the means of death (suicide) wrong and nothing Bob says gets them to change their minds.
His personal mayday calls for friends and family to listen to him go unanswered because they all believe the officials. Bob spirals into a very bad place, which includes drinking too much and bar fights. Much to his chagrin, everyone insists he needs time off from life. He doesn’t agree, but the option provided to him-a therapeutic center- beats the alternative of jail time.
Lo and behold, the time away does him a world of good. His anger cools and he once again becomes the even-tempered man he’s always been. But he still believes his wife was murdered. It’s his goal in his new life to prove he’s right. Thanks to therapy and time to chill out, he knows to stay “in bounds” of societal rules and laws, but nothing can sway him from his course.
And that’s the launch moment for my fall cozy mystery. You have a jump-start on knowing about this passionate guy who loves and lives with everything he is.
My question for you is: have you ever had a mayday moment? Was it life changing? If you didn’t experience this, can you share a bit about someone who did?
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Hi Maggie! I loved this post, but my best Mayday experience is the MayDay Ice Cream store just a few blocks away! George and I often have a dish as a reward for our exercise efforts.
What a cool name for an Ice Cream Shop! We believe in ice cream rewards in our household too. Thanks for sharing!
Maggie, best of luck with your new book! I look forward to getting to know Bob Callaway.
I’ve weathered many storms in my life, both literal and figurative, but I’ve never had a real life or death mayday moment.
Weathering storms, to me at least, is like a min-disaster mode. If we are riding out hurricanes, we check our propane supply for the generator, make sure we have candles and batteries, fill the tub with water for flushes, and finally, lots of bottled water and little-to-no prep foods. I don’t get a lot of sleep before or during those storms! Thanks for sharing, Lois!
hhmm. the mayday moment that comes to mind is when i was moving cross-country with my cat, George, in summer, with no air conditioning in the vehicle… I’d put her on her leash to get her out of the car and cool her down. when we got back in the car, she ran under the passenger seat before I could unhook her leash. a little while later, she moved to the back of the car and the leash wrapped around the gear shift. in trying to untangle the leash, winds rocked the car and I lost control, spinning and then rolling off the extremely steep shoulder. when we came to a stop, fortunately, other drivers had stopped to help, but I didn’t know where George was, so my “mayday” cry was for someone to get my cat! {in the end, they said they had to get me out first and that I would be more likely to be able to get her, which I did – thank goodness! she was allowed to go to the hospital with me, leash tied to a gurney… car was totaled and friends drove from the next state over to pick us up…. it was a life-changing moment in that the entire time i lived there, i did not get a new vehicle and, instead, adapted to walking everywhere – except when riding with friends, of course}
Oh, Maria! I’m so glad that you walked (or rolled) away from that accident. Poor George must have been so scared too. I admire your ability to adapt to a car-less life.
A mayday moment for me was when our home burned down when I was a child. We all managed to get out alive but lost most of our things along with our home. It was my first time truly learning that what most had value for me was my family and not all the things I lost. I also was touched by how many people did what they could to help us.