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Category: on Chosen Family

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

Posted on 26 January 2023

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

Posted on 8 November 2022

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

Posted on 1 November 2022

...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

Posted on 11 October 2022

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

Posted on 27 August 2022

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...

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on Chosen Family/on Deathwork & Griefwork/on Mental Health/on Queerness/the Pandemic

unfinished

Posted on 5 September 2021

It is easier to fall apart when it’s safe.

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Nix Kelley

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CURRENTLY READING:

I am on StoryGraph tracking my reading and the reading challenges I've joined. You can go to my StoryGraph profile if you want to see what kind of reading I'm doing right now.

CURRENTLY WATCHING:

I am using MyDramaList now! Here's my MDL profile and my MDL watchlists. I recommend looking at my 2025 watchlist to see what I've watched already and what's on my massive personal wishlist for the year.

It is our suffering that brings us together. It is not love. Love does not obey the mind, and turns to hate when forced. The bond that binds us is beyond choice. We are brothers. We are brothers in what we share. In pain, which each of us must suffer alone, in hunger, in poverty, in hope, we know our brotherhood. We know it, because we have had to learn it. We know that there is no help for us but from one another, that no hand will save us if we do not reach out our hand. And the hand that you reach out is empty, as mine is. You have nothing. You possess nothing. You own nothing. You are free. All you have is what you are, and what you give.

-- excerpt from The Dispossessed: an Ambiguous Utopia by Ursula K. LeGuin

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