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Woodworking, printmaking, cooking, parenting, and tinkering. Occasional googley eyes, giant cast irons, and beer. NI-CA-NH. #wizardstower2020

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It’s hard to put into words what roller derby has meant to Daisy (or “Nuke” to their teammates). When they signed up in middle school we had no idea these kids would become family.

Since joining Nor’East Uprising, these friendships and this team has given Nuke what is priceless: confidence, friendship, acceptance , and a place where being different is a strength.

Now our League is fighting for a permanent home. We have a rare opportunity to secure a permanent practice space that is nearly perfect for our league but we need to act quickly.

A dedicated home would mean stability for our skaters and a place where future generations of kids can find the same belonging that roller derby gave to Nuke.

Please consider donating or sharing our campaign using the Zeffy link in my bio. Every gift will help and gets us one step closer to giving these amazing kids a home.

#ShelterForTheStorm #JuniorRollerDerby #FindYour#People by @robbieboydx

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Dry ice in the sink is surprisingly meditative. by @robbieboydx

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Snowy night, 2026. Light in the darkness. Joy for the hopeless. This might be the year. by @robbieboydx

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Happy 16th birthday Daisy! In Paris with Megan to celebrate, I hope you’re having the most amazing time. I couldn’t be prouder of who you are and who you’re becoming. “Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God.” taken in Paris, France by @robbieboydx

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A very beautiful Belfast Christmas 🎄 taken in Belfast, Northern Ireland, UK by @robbieboydx

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Merry/Happy Christmas to all/both/any side of the Atlantic! Wishing you all the best for this season and a wonderful start to the new year. We didn’t send cards this year, so please don’t think we’ve forgotten you. With all the sham drudgery and very good reasons to be fearful, I hope you can find hope and cheer in this darkest time of year. Spring is coming, and with it, the promise of new life. Love and grace to you and yours. taken in Cairn Wood by @robbieboydx

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My friend Robbie Boyd gave me a gift. A real one. The kind that costs nothing except the two things the world keeps trying to bankrupt out of us: time and talent.

He carved a woodcut print of my father—whose shadow still beats in my chest like a second heartbeat.

And I can picture him doing it: head down, wood shavings everywhere, that wicked Robbie smile creeping in. Every few minutes he’d pause, look at it, and grin… because he knew. He knew how much I’d love it.

But more than that—
he was carving me an emotional bomb.
Meticulously. Patiently. Happily.
A handmade device designed to detonate in the center of my soul.

And I KNOW he was laughing to himself saying,

“Oh, I’m gonna emotionally destroy him with this one.”

Not out of cruelty. Out of precision. Out of that holy mischief only real friends possess—the kind who know exactly where your soul is soft because they helped build the scar tissue around it.

Robbie and I are those dangerous kinds of friends. We disagree about almost everything on the surface, but once you dig past the topsoil, we’re the same bones.

He once said, “The price of luxury has plummeted while the cost of survival has skyrocketed,”

and that line has lived in my head ever since.

We’re part of a group called The Unoffendables—a band of fools and philosophers held together by blood, banter, and bad decisions. We argue. We laugh. We bleed on each other. We sharpen each other with jokes that would get us excommunicated anywhere else.
We are the food fight of the fruits of the Spirit.

So when he handed me this print—in public, at coffee—he caught me clean. Knife to the soul. A tear formed. My voice cracked. I held it together on the outside while collapsing on the inside. I sucked that tear back in, and he laughed… because he knew exactly where the blade belonged.

This piece is going in my Museum of Life.
First hall. Front and center.
A permanent exhibit titled:
“Got ya.”

Because love—real love—is letting someone in so close they can slip the knife into your soul,
and they laugh while they do it…
and you laugh with them as they do.

Then we made him sing in front of 80 people…..

Wounds become scars and scars become medals by @robbieboydx

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Someone is either terrible at parking or was in some kinda rush to get over here. Weird. @justathing04 by @robbieboydx

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Nocturns - the secret creepings of the one who turns off the lights. by @robbieboydx

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Save me, basement hammock! As the days heat up, man’s natural inclination to move underground becomes amplified, undeniable. by @robbieboydx

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A tower inside a tower. by @robbieboydx

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You’re welcome, pollinators. by @robbieboydx

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