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Author Archives: Jamieson Wolf
Crick and Crack
It’s common knowledge that my legs don’t usually like me to walk but lately they don’t like it when I try to stand either. At first I thought it was a fluke: I went to stand, to get out of … Continue reading
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Stumble and Disdain
My legs are continuing to betray me. I don’t know why they have it in for me, but they do. I wonder if that twin of mine, the one who rests inside my body, has hired my legs to do … Continue reading
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Sewing Thoughts
I have been negligent in writing lately. This is mostly because I have been doing the most dreaded thing a writer can face: editing! While I know that editing is an essential process, I don’t have to enjoy it. It’s … Continue reading
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Showing Itself
The other day at work my co-worker asked me: “Do you take any pain killers?” I shook my head. “No.” I said. “Why not? Surely with your Cerebral Palsy, you should be able to?” I shrug. “I don’t take anything … Continue reading
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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
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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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Two Steps at a Time 