terajk

I write a lot of chosen family, but even then they tend to be small chosen families that wind up together for a reason, full of prickly people with hair-triggers for whom part of being in a chosen family is the fact that nobody will accidentally ask them about that time in Reno they don't ever want to talk and/or think about again, or acknowledge exists. Or how nobody ever asks them about why they hate flowers. And everyone understands why they jump three feet in the air if you walk behind them without making a noise.