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Author Archives: Jamieson Wolf
Body Quake
As I lay in bed last night, I wondered if I was feeling an earth quake. It felt like the ground was shaking underneath me. My shoulders and my back vibrated, my legs felt as if they were shaking and … Continue reading
Wheel Chair Dreaming
I dreamt I was in a wheel chair last night. It was a sleek red metal that shone under the lights. Darkness was around me and I couldn’t see, but I could hear. I tried pushing forward with my hands … Continue reading
The Giving of Courage
I twirl the phone cord around my finger. I’m daydreaming when my mother’s voice brings me back to the conversation. “They’re going to have her diagnosed.” My mother says. “Who?” I know it’s smarter to ask this than … Continue reading
Glass Slippers
I wonder if I have glass on the soles of my feet. I look at them, run my hands along the bottom; my feet feel normal. They feel alright, the skin of my feet rough from walking and day to … Continue reading
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Thinking a Tune
Sharp pains are climbing up my legs like vines. I can’t lift my feet properly today, it seems. Every time I go to take a step, I trip over my own feet. I try to remember what the therapist used … Continue reading
Embarassing City
Today, while shopping, I had to sit for a moment. I had just finished grocery shopping and went to leave the store when I looked at the long flight of stairs that I had to climb up to get out. … Continue reading
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Waiting for Paulsen
This weekend has been a pain in the ass. Literally. I woke Saturday with a sharp pain in my lower back. This pain saw fit to move down to my rear end. It hurt to sit, it hurt to lie … Continue reading
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An Indirect Gift
I’m pretty sure that my stubbornness has a lot to do with proving my father wrong. Growing up, he expected perfection. As I was born with an imperfection, I ws never worthy of love in his eyes. It took me … Continue reading
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Growing Wings
I feel like I am growing wings. Surely this is what it must feel like: shoulder muscles moving and shifting under my skin, pulses that push at the skin that holds them back. A deep throb at my shoulder blades … Continue reading
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Cybil
The twin inside me is always active. He seems to want a life of his own. I wonder, vaguely, if I should give him a name. But I’m a firm believer that if you give something a name, you give … Continue reading
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Two Steps at a Time 