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Author Archives: Jamieson Wolf
Glass Slippers and Falling Leaves
I feel old lately. The weeks have not been kind to my body. Every day I feel more and more pain with every step I take. The spasms in my legs have been getting worse and I do not know … Continue reading
A Gentle Quiet
I have been quiet lately. This is not due to depression, thank goodness. It is simply due to the fact that life has taken me up in a whirlwind and has only just put me down again. For the … Continue reading
Posted in Memoir, self esteem, The Past, Words
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A Marked Man
I am still convinced that my legs are trying to get me killed. Sure, they may not be trying too hard; but I know it is one of their many efforts aside from walking. Last Saturday, we went out to … Continue reading
Posted in Muscles, People, Spasms, Walking
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Holding My Breath
I am almost finished One Step at a Time. The memoir has taken its own shape, its own form. My words have given it a body, a face, a pair of hands with which to reach out and … Continue reading
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Limitations of the Body
I have been quiet again. But it’s not because I’m depressed. It’s because I’m moving. I hate moving. I hate it with a passion. I hate the packing, the boxes, the newspaper and bubble wrap. But there is one reason … Continue reading
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A Milestone
Well I reached a milestone last night. I’m now three quarters through my memoir One Step at a Time. I’ve got a good chunk left but I was able to get twenty five pages written this weekend which is way … Continue reading
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A Constant Companion
Pain has been a constant companion lately. I carry it with me like a feather boa that is wrapped around my throat tightly so that I cannot get air. Or perhaps it is like concrete that slowly drips down my … Continue reading
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Birthday Reminders
I was born on August 22nd, 1978. Every year around my birthday I am reminded that I was supposed to have died My mother, young and frightened, felt her contractions starting late one evening and was rushed to the … Continue reading
A Birthday Dream
I did not sleep well last night. I was dreaming again. I have been cursed or blessed (I’m not sure which) with being able to remember almost all my dreams in photographic detail. Sometimes this is a good thing: a … Continue reading
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Quiet Conversation/Simple Pleasures
I am slightly worried. My legs have been seizing up lately, turning from flesh into rock and stone at a moments notice. This is not so unusual for me except that normally I have some sort of warning that my … Continue reading
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Two Steps at a Time 