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First published March 3, 2020
"The world is not tame"
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If you’re quiet in the woods long enough, you’ll hear something die.
Maybe I’ll get a therapy dog out of this whole mess.
Good thing I don’t have one now though, ’cause I’d eat it.
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Ashley has always known how to survive - it was a necessity for the long winters with very little food - but that will be put to the test in a way even she could never imagine.![]()
Because I was born with teeth and fingernails, and both of those were made for hanging on.
The world is not tame.Ashley and a few friends were camping in the woods. It was fun...at first.
...all the stuff he's always said he likes me not doing seems to look pretty good on Natalie...And when Ashley catches Natalie and her boyfriend hooking up, she runs full-out, nearly blackout drunk, into the woods.
I give it three days, maybe more before connections are made and everyone realizes I'm still in the woods.The next day she realizes that she's well and completely on her own.
I'm moving.Ahhh.
But Lord do I wish there was someone to carry me.
So that's how I got a job guarding a meth lab...The craziest part of the book was DEFINITELY the first opossum scene.
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The world is not tame.
People forget that. The glossy brochures for state parks show nature at its most photogenic, like a senior picture with all the pores airbrushed away. They never feature a coyote muzzle-deep in the belly of a still-living deer, or a chipmunk punctured by an eagle's talons, squirming as it perishes in midair.
If you're quiet in the woods long enough, you'll hear something die. Then it's quiet again. There's no outrage about injustice, or even mourning. One animal's death is another's dinner; that's just the way it is. What remains will go to the earth, yesterday's bones sinking into today's dirt..
…the scar on my calf, the remnant of a deep cut from the steel siding of a neighbor’s trailer that opened me down to the muscle when I was trick-or-treating, my Wonder Woman cape getting stuck in between the stacked cinder blocks they used for steps.
I pulled my sock up and told them I was fine, because they were a nice old couple that gave out whole candy bars instead of bite-size, and I’d never had a whole candy bar to myself in my life. I limped home, shoe full of blood, and ate the candy bar in the back of the truck while Dad took me to the urgent care where they charge only half what the ER does and do stitches as good as anybody else.
I've always known my body, its strength and purpose, the long muscles of my legs and the lean bulge of my biceps. This is different; this is an intimacy with my skeleton, from the exposed broken tips in my foot to the sharp corner of my jaw digging into the ground as I try to get comfortable. I’m learning the deeper parts of me, maybe even past the ones a doctor can name. Right down into my soft bits and then further, where things you can’t actually touch live.