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Jessica Jewett
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I'm a progressive, a Civil War researcher, a paranormal researcher, a dog mom, a quadriplegic, and more. 💙♿🇺🇦🍉
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New here? I’m Jessica. Age 43. Appalachian. Author, artist, and disability activist. Civil War historian. Folk magic practitioner. Hecate priestess. Past life researcher. Service dog mommy. Yes, I do stuff with my mouth due to my disability. Have the day you deserve. 👻🧹🌷
CHRISTMAS WISHLIST FOR A WHEELCHAIR USER: I forgot to add a phone grippy thing that attaches to my wheelchair on my wishlist. It's on the tippy top. There are art supplies and books for my job, winter clothes, etc., too. Take a look if you'd like. www.amazon.com/hz/wishlist/...
December 9, 2025 at 6:52 PM
Who has two thumbs and managed to do almost three hours of artwork today on only a handful of ibuprofen?! THIS GIRL! My ribcage hurts a lot now but I did the work. Someone needs to explain to me why spine surgery makes my ribs hurt so much.
December 8, 2025 at 10:53 PM
I wish I had gotten an American Girl doll back in the 90s. The collectors are bonkers and that doll would be worth a bundle now. I was a kid with no financial foresight.
December 8, 2025 at 7:49 PM
I just saw that a jug of Lincoln Logs is $50 these days and my jaw dropped. It came up because my mom likes pioneer log cabin type of history and I was looking for a book. I'm shocked.
December 7, 2025 at 11:47 PM
There was a lot of snow on the ground that day. Vows were made just before suppertime in her daddy's church after such a long engagement that she cried about becoming a spinster. Though she would never join his church, he understood her internal spirituality. He saw her.
December 7, 2025 at 8:22 PM
There has to be a draft in my apartment. I feel so cold all the time. Or maybe it's dysautonomia. I don't know.
December 6, 2025 at 8:03 PM
Sorry, Pantone. A shade of white isn't it for 2026. We're in our romantic goth era as a people. We won't recognize white as the color of the year when pthalo green and aubergine gleam are just sitting there. Power to the people!
December 5, 2025 at 8:08 PM
Greetings from District 12. How are we feeling today? I'm not talking to you, District 1.

(The irony is I actually live in District 12 of The Hunger Games. Or on the very edge of it.)
December 5, 2025 at 4:48 PM
New here? I’m Jessica. Age 43. Appalachian. Author, artist, and disability activist. Civil War historian. Folk magic practitioner. Hecate priestess. Past life researcher. Service dog mommy. Yes, I do stuff with my mouth due to my disability. Have the day you deserve. 👻🧹🌷
December 5, 2025 at 5:10 AM
It's always people with 9 followers and a sandwich for a photo that I end up having to block for yelling at me to get a job. They're never interested in a conversation about the reality of being a quadriplegic with comorbidities in America.

I'm so tired.

Block, rinse, and repeat.

I need cookies.
December 4, 2025 at 5:01 AM
Between my mother and I, we get $27,000 per year from Social Security. We're allowed $1,200 per year in SNAP. We live in a HUD apartment. That's it. That's all we have. Stop saying we're a drain on American resources.

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December 4, 2025 at 1:49 AM
A look inside my brain.
December 3, 2025 at 11:46 PM
Hear ye, hear ye! I'm drawing! The photo is distorted. My lines are actually straight. I erased everything like 14 times because I can't find my ruler but I did pretty well so far. It'll be a row of Victorian buildings with shops on the first floor and Christmas scenes in the apartments upstairs. 👇🏻
December 3, 2025 at 1:29 AM
Apparently my hospital made a torso CT appointment for me at 4:15 and nobody told me. I can't get my life together in less than 2 hours to get to the hospital. I need a bath and my wheelchair charged up first. Sigh.
December 2, 2025 at 7:13 PM
This just in: my puppy is very displeased by the overnight snow. She can't be my daughter. I'm ready to get in my wheelchair and slam face first into a snow pile.
December 2, 2025 at 5:15 PM
I'm awake at 2:35 am because my heart rate is elevated again. Long Covid is the gift that keeps on giving. I might as well use this time wisely and work on my book. 🫠🥴
December 2, 2025 at 7:37 AM
We are supposed to get 3-5 inches of snow overnight. I don't know if my Willow needs a puppy sweater. She's 16 pounds and hates the rain.
December 2, 2025 at 12:29 AM
The muscle spasms in my body are so bad today. I know this happens when neurosurgeons operate on your spinal cord (or close to it too) but it's hard. The muscle relaxers give me nightmares too. I'm doing breathing exercises instead, at least until bedtime. Sigh.
December 1, 2025 at 11:08 PM
In case y'all want to help me with art supplies, books, clothes, etc. This link should take you to my wishlist. I know we're doing a national commercialism blackout but I'm disabled and I need convenience. Holler if it gives you grief about my address. www.amazon.com/hz/wishlist/...
December 1, 2025 at 6:11 PM
You can't call an entire group of people or an idea demonic and then say it's an academic essay. That only works in theology classes and even then you have to correctly use academic sources. She didn't even format her essay right. It's an F assignment, not religious persecution.
December 1, 2025 at 6:16 AM
TikTok has been spying on me and my Christmas wishes. I'm 43 and too old for stuffed animals but I was talking about these the other night. Now I'm getting these ads. You can't tell me some FBI agent isn't listening through my phone. He's like I gotchu sis.
November 30, 2025 at 8:30 PM
In watching a section of The American Revolution about one of Washington's enslaved people running away, I'm thinking of a man owned by my family. His name was Bacon. His mother and siblings were supposed to be freed upon my ancestor's death. I hope they made it to freedom.
November 30, 2025 at 3:37 AM
Well, my little dog got a big mouthful of pumpkin pie and now she thinks she's somebody. A scoop fell off my fork. I don't even think it hit my table before Miss Sassy Pantaloons got it. Happy Thanksgiving leftovers to her!
November 30, 2025 at 1:54 AM
I have begun watching The American Revolution. Waving hello from Shawnee land on the Ohio River.
November 30, 2025 at 1:17 AM
You can have my em dashes and oxford commas when the Musk-built robots go rogue and unalive me in my bed. I'm pretty sure that's going to happen anyway.
November 29, 2025 at 5:19 AM