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Author Archives: Jamieson Wolf
Fingerpainting
Today I am not able to feel my fingers. My shoulders have been spasming all day and I can feel the muscles forming themselves into something resembling a sailors knot or a slip knot that will come undone when it … Continue reading
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Bravery Most Humble
One of my friends told me that I was very brave to write about what I was going through. I don’t think there’s anything brave about it, really. I just believe that it’s theraputic, that it’s a release. That maybe … Continue reading
Elephant Walking
I think that my Cerebral Palsy affects my self esteem. Certainly, when I look in the mirror, I don’t see the person everyoen else sees. My husband tells me I’m attractive and that’s all fine and dandy. But I wonder … Continue reading
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Marathon Running
I dreamt I was whole again last night. I was able to walk without pain and without losing my balance. The dream was so real that it seemed like real life. I remember that, in the dream, I ran a … Continue reading
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A Moment of Quiet
Last night, I was able to get comfortable for the first time in a long time. I had ten blissful moments of ease. I was stretched out, reading a good book, and my muscles weren’t talking to me, they weren’t … Continue reading
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Hidden Diamonds
Sitting here typing this, I can feel my joints crying out at me in protest for doing something as normal as sitting. Spasms are running down my legs and my buttocks, my lower back. I remember to count. 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8. It … Continue reading
Tightrope Pride
I woke up this morning unable to feel my legs. I knew they were there, that they were still attached to my body. But I could not feel them. It felt as if I were having phantom pains, of legs … Continue reading
Pain Is A Killer
Even as I sit here writing this, I can feel the muscles begin to knot up. The days where it’s cold out are the worst. As are the days where it’s really hot. There seems to be no escape from … Continue reading
Can Do Not Can’t
It’s funny, really. I was in university and I remember one of my roommates telling me that I must be so angry. That I must be so enraged at the world because of everything that had happened to me. He … Continue reading
Gods Children
Growing up, I always knew I was different. Every year on my birthday, my mother would tell me the same story. “When you were born, the doctors told me that you would die.” She would say. “They didn’t expect you … Continue reading
Two Steps at a Time 