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Author Archives: Jamieson Wolf
A Title and a Sigh of Relief
I did not sleep at all last night. I sent Scott what I had written of my memoir and the moment I hit send, my belly was a mess of nerves, a hot bowl of anxiety soup. The internal voices … Continue reading
Oh. Crap.
My publisher, the lovely Scott Pack from The Friday Project, asked to see what I had written of my memoir. Oh. Crap. What if he doesn’t like it? This is my ultimate fear, I think.
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The Counting Stone
The Elephant Man has returned. I got a ride home from work last night. From Elgin Street, I walked to Confederation Park. I knew the spasms were coming; I felt them riding in my friends car, a subtle throb that … Continue reading
Posted in Memoir, Spasms, swelling, Walking
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The Dark Mark
I had my first year wedding anniversary on Saturday. I can’t believe it’s been a year that I’ve been married. I also can’t believe that Robert and I have been together for almost three years. It seems like a few … Continue reading
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Snake In My Path
I’ve come to think of pain as a snake. My shoulder is still sore, still spasming, still convulsing under my skin. It beats as if a heart rests there, as if it is something alive. Which, in a way, it … Continue reading
Posted in Muscles, Spasms, swelling
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A Heart That Is His
Over the weekend, my husband read what I had written of my memoir thus far. From the time he asked if he could read it to the time he was done and I heard him step away from his computer, … Continue reading
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The Language of Pain
The Twin is back. I knew he would not be able to stay away for long, that his quietness would eventually end. I did not expect it to be quite so painful. I have had trouble walking all weekend. Almost … Continue reading
Posted in Muscles, Spasms, swelling
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Who Do You See?
Something has occurred to me: I wonder how people will see me after they read my memoir? Will they still see me as me? Or as a different version of me? Will they say to me: Oh, you were so … Continue reading
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Marshmellow Fire
The pain has moved. Today it is my legs that are suffering. Specifically, my right leg. Every step I take with it sends a hot jab of pain up my calves, spreading from my ankle to my leg joint at … Continue reading
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Missing Pieces of Me.
Last night I wrote to a friend: Writing this memoir makes me feel as if I’m a puzzle and I am putting all the pieces together. And some of the pieces are missing. She said that it would be a … Continue reading
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Two Steps at a Time 