on Chosen Family – Page 4

close-up photo of brown branch coated in ice

on Chosen Family/on Co-Parenting/WTAF

adventures in a chosen family, part two: things fall apart

Things fall apart, and in those moments, I think it’s the people you trust that make the chaos bearable.

a dark-haired man with a mustache in a short sleeve white shirt is sitting on an old wooden manure spreader, holding the reins of a pair of auburn Belgian workhorses. a young child sits next to him turned away from the camera. another child faces the photographer with a big smile.

on Chosen Family/on Deathwork & Griefwork/on Generational Trauma/on Hope

the promises we inherit

One day, my descendants can rest in the shade of the trees I plant.

a person with aluminum foil obscuring their face, with hands on both sides of their face, in multicolored light

on Chosen Family

chaotic weirdo

If you’re wondering if I have some sort of requirement to inject some Tolkien into almost everything I do, maybe that’s My Brand.

on Chosen Family/on Praxis/the Cycle of the Seasons/the Work

I am home

...no matter how long the night, the day will come. The light will return. There are always things to fear; and there is always hope.

a rainbow flag hangs from the metal balcony of a brick building

on Chosen Family/on Hope/on Queerness

on #NCOD

I’m not any binary of any kind; my gender is myself, which doesn’t — for me — need a word or phrase to describe it. It’s enough that I know that it’s my truth.

oak trees silhouetted against a summer sunset

on Chosen Family/on Co-Parenting/on Generational Trauma/on Harm & Reciprocity/on Neurodivergence/on Praxis

adventures in a chosen family

We do our best to balance the needs of the many against the needs of the few (or the one) — thank you Leonard Nimoy — and this means that sometimes, saying no w...