Little Bandaged Days by Kyra Wilder // Book Review

by WildChild

Little Bandaged Days was a stunning debut of a novel that had me feeling as if I was slowly losing my mind with the main character. The writing technique that Kyra Wilder used was beyond debut novel status and I felt every bit of dread and apprehension she did.

The book is based on a family, young mother with two children and a husband moving to another country for the husbands job. She is left to her own devices and tries to put up a good front for her husband who seems to never be home. This is an important story of not just mental health but the toll it takes to move to another country without support and without asking for it until it is too late. It was a truly sad and haunting experience that you could feel in your core.

I’ll stop there as I do not want to spoil anything. Happy reading!

Thank you Net Galley and Abrams books for the advanced copy. Available April 2021.

America’s Future: Pete Buttigieg

by WildChild

“At times like this, it would be helpful if our country had a president”

No truer words were spoken by Mayor Pete yesterday to a group of supporters in Parkland, Florida. This is where he rolled out “An Action Plan to Combat the National Threat Posed by Hate and the Gun Lobby” in front of many of those who were affected by the Pulse nightclub and Parkland domestic terrorism acts.

Yesterday was a day that was meant to be a day full of unity for our country to heal after these mass shootings.  Instead it , unsurprisingly, was turned into another day of hate and divisiveness in our country by our “leader”. While flying from Dayton to El Paso, after seeing the pain and destruction Trump jumped on Twitter to spread more hate to the places he just left and tear those cities and people down.

In comes Mayor Pete. Is he young? Yes. Is that a bad thing. No. He is 37. He is in our generation of mass shootings, domestic terrorism, climate change, and will fight for not only us but himself. He is composed. He is thoughtful. We need someone who can make our country feel dignified again. We need credibility with our allies. We need to heal as a nation.

This is why I am working with his grassroots campaign team. Please invest in our future, in your child’s, grandchild’s future. I truly believe that is what Pete Buttigieg is. Our future.

Thank you.

“If a dog will not come to you after having looked you in the face, you should go home and examine your conscience.” ― Woodrow Wilson

by WildChild

After reading Amanda’s, AKA Goldilocks and the Wolf’s, article on Buzzfeed it got me to thinking about my own experience with my dogs and how they change my life daily.  Her article pointed out how animals can save you, just as much as you save them. Amanda saved Kyro, realized that she had the strength to leave an abusive relationship because of her bond and love with Kyro and went on to become a passionate photographer that has incredible adventures with Kyro everyday.  Her instagram is @goldilockandthewolf.

I was lucky enough to meet Amanda and the beautiful Kyro through the Seattle Runs Husky Group.  From there we became friends as did our dogs.

Friendships in these groups are simple, we show up for the massive husky runs, sometimes meet up with just a few of us for photo sessions but all in all it is all for our dogs and great for the human owners to bond over their unique love for their “dogs.”

I hate using the word dogs, I feel as if Jersey and London are more like friends.  When you decide to bring a dog into your life whether it is saving it, or purchasing it from a reputable breeder it changes you.  This life decision alters who you are, betters you as a person and helps you grow.  Since Jersey was my first puppy we had all the time in the world to understand each other.  In this time we created a mutual respect, an unbreakable bond.  She is my equal.

I may buy the food, walk her, take care of her, but she takes care of me.  I cannot hide my emotions from her like I can from a close friend or even family member, if I am sick she is by my side, if I can’t sleep she wont close her eyes either, the list goes on.  Her empathy and love is the most unique relationship experience, and most enjoyed and appreciated one I have.  For those who haven’t owned a dog it will be hard to understand that they are not “just dogs”.

When I brought London into the fold she brought another unique perspective to my life.  Complete and utter joy.  No matter how wild and crazy she is I can always count on being incredibly happy and have a stomach pained from gut wrenching laughter.  The two of them, so different created my perfect little family.

Dogs are a not only a companion, but a best friend, a bright light when the days are a bit too dark. My furkids are something I wouldn’t trade for the world and I know they wouldn’t trade me either.

 

Follow our adventures on instagram @whiskey_tango_foxtrotting

Up for Discussion – Critiquing

by WildChild

“Cross my heart and hope to die, I’ll see you with your laughter lines.” Bastille

by WildChild

“You took me to your favourite place on Earth
to see the tree they cut down ten years from your birth.
Our fingers traced in circles round its history,
we brushed our hands right back in time through centuries.”

Sock Paint

by WildChild

Wild Children

The paint is dripping down my leg, on my night gown and I don’t wash it off. I watch it trickle down my leg, it hits my sock and I think now that sock is special.  Now that sock has a purpose.  Now what is my purpose?  To paint wrong colors on wrong walls and watch wrong things happen to wrong people and witness myself being wronged and people wronging others?  When does the paint spill in the right direction and not on people but on socks?

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Bruises and Blacks // Presents and Pasts

by WildChild

I thought I had it, I thought I could grasp it.  A mirage of broken humans stood in the way of my life proceeding to happiness.  Year after year there’s someone new, someone past and someone dead.   Bruises and blacks (my body my back),  pain and anger (my heart my head), those who ruin my life in ways that put me in a maze of hell.

A half of me, now a strict passerby and a past.  A controlling human, with power to keep me as his own.  I am not his. I will never be his as the rest, I am my own and refuse to be put down.

My mind, my strength, doesn’t fade.  These calls are a facade and a pathetic attempt to tame the tamed.

love is more thicker than forget // E.E. Cummings

by WildChild

love is more thicker than forget

more thinner than recall

more seldom than a wave is wet

more frequent than to fail

it is more mad and moonly

and less it shall unbe

than all the sea which only

is deeper than the sea

love is less always than to win

less never than alive

less bigger than the least begin

less littler than forgive

it is most sane and sunly

and more it cannot die

than all the sky which only

is higher than the sky

Husky Running Partner // Discovery Park // Seattle, WA

by WildChild

Discovery Park Training Photos

Run Baby Run

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“He Who Must Not Be Named” Struck My Dog With the Killing Curse

by WildChild

As we all know, or should by now due to my post: Decree for the Underage Restriction of Underage Sorcery, I am a serious Harry Potter fan and was dumbfounded and elated when I woke up and found a V had formed between my huskies eyes.  All fingers pointed to Lord Voldemort attempting to murder my dog.  Some history, if you sadly find it necessary is below.

“A scar on Harry Potter’s forehead in the shape of a lightning bolt is the result of failed murder attempt by Lord Voldemort on October 31, 1981, when he struck 15-month-old Harry with the Killing Curse.”

I must have a super powerful wizard/husky hybrid on my hands.  Watch out Harry Potter, there is a new wizard in town.