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- Still Pissed! – MS and the Bladder
- Disability Pride and Why It Matters
- In the Company of Elivra
- Thirteen Years
- Waiting for Max Shadow
- Learning to Like Myself – A Reflection
- The Labyrinth of Me
- Levels and Lymphocytes
- The Impossible Mountain
- The Able Body and the Mountain Within
- A Maven Clad In Raven’s Clothes
- The Cyclone That Life Can Be
- A Personal Victory!
- The Language of Smiles
- A Dance with the Waves
- A Journey of Ten Years
- The Lessons I’ve Learned
- Boats of Many Colours
- The Light of Small Joys
- The Deity of the Waves – Thoughts on Chemo and the River Within
- This Is My Journey
- Pushing Through
- Happy Birthday Max Shadow!
- Bodily Able – A Reflection
- The Power of Forgetting
Author Archives: Jamieson Wolf
Holiday Thoughts
It’s been too long since I’ve updated this blog but not for lack of trying. Life just seems to get in the way of things, especially when you’re busy. What with the Holidays upon us, it’s little wonder that I’ve … Continue reading
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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
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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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