Liz
@liztc.bsky.social
Storyteller, Mom, Boston Girl
I like to make stuff.
I like to make stuff.
"I'm begging you. Please don't do something weird at the last minute this time."
"I won't!" he responded, offended.
She smirked, brushed non-existent from his shoulders, popped his collar and sent him off to school, knowing full well this picture day would turn out just like all the others.
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"I won't!" he responded, offended.
She smirked, brushed non-existent from his shoulders, popped his collar and sent him off to school, knowing full well this picture day would turn out just like all the others.
#vss365
January 30, 2025 at 11:31 AM
"I'm begging you. Please don't do something weird at the last minute this time."
"I won't!" he responded, offended.
She smirked, brushed non-existent from his shoulders, popped his collar and sent him off to school, knowing full well this picture day would turn out just like all the others.
#vss365
"I won't!" he responded, offended.
She smirked, brushed non-existent from his shoulders, popped his collar and sent him off to school, knowing full well this picture day would turn out just like all the others.
#vss365
The tap of her knitting needles
is the only sound that rises above the
hum of the train's heating system.
The muffled announcements between stops,
the only words.
A car full of people's unspoken agreement to be
together in silence,
until each of their rides ends.
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is the only sound that rises above the
hum of the train's heating system.
The muffled announcements between stops,
the only words.
A car full of people's unspoken agreement to be
together in silence,
until each of their rides ends.
#vss365
January 28, 2025 at 11:30 AM
The tap of her knitting needles
is the only sound that rises above the
hum of the train's heating system.
The muffled announcements between stops,
the only words.
A car full of people's unspoken agreement to be
together in silence,
until each of their rides ends.
#vss365
is the only sound that rises above the
hum of the train's heating system.
The muffled announcements between stops,
the only words.
A car full of people's unspoken agreement to be
together in silence,
until each of their rides ends.
#vss365
She tripped over her too-large boots as they walked the woods- countless generations older than them both. He pointed out an old tap covered with congealed sap & debris, the remains of a homemade bridge crossing a creek, old rusty tools in a box. Evidence of the life that could be made here.
#vss365
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January 27, 2025 at 11:20 AM
She tripped over her too-large boots as they walked the woods- countless generations older than them both. He pointed out an old tap covered with congealed sap & debris, the remains of a homemade bridge crossing a creek, old rusty tools in a box. Evidence of the life that could be made here.
#vss365
#vss365
Shiny planks creaked under her feet & the aromas of cleaner, fresh lilies & a faint powdery perfume mixed. A white box at the bottom of the stairs was filled with hard candies. Beside each chair was an end table with a lace doily, table lamp & coaster and a pair of reading glasses on one.
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January 22, 2025 at 11:38 AM
Shiny planks creaked under her feet & the aromas of cleaner, fresh lilies & a faint powdery perfume mixed. A white box at the bottom of the stairs was filled with hard candies. Beside each chair was an end table with a lace doily, table lamp & coaster and a pair of reading glasses on one.
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#vss365
Only a fool would leave.
The smells of a third season so far-
falling leaves & firewood,
apples roasting & late season tomatoes freshly jarred for the coming months.
She knew they were not planning for snow were she was going,
yet life would be harder. Much harder.
Still, she had no choice.
#vss365
The smells of a third season so far-
falling leaves & firewood,
apples roasting & late season tomatoes freshly jarred for the coming months.
She knew they were not planning for snow were she was going,
yet life would be harder. Much harder.
Still, she had no choice.
#vss365
January 16, 2025 at 12:10 PM
Only a fool would leave.
The smells of a third season so far-
falling leaves & firewood,
apples roasting & late season tomatoes freshly jarred for the coming months.
She knew they were not planning for snow were she was going,
yet life would be harder. Much harder.
Still, she had no choice.
#vss365
The smells of a third season so far-
falling leaves & firewood,
apples roasting & late season tomatoes freshly jarred for the coming months.
She knew they were not planning for snow were she was going,
yet life would be harder. Much harder.
Still, she had no choice.
#vss365
Without distraction, his mind flooded with shards of memories, intrusive thoughts, moments from the past flowing into greater events- like lava down a mountain, slow to stop and cool once it got going. So he stayed with people, at places and doing things, avoiding the noise of the silence.
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January 14, 2025 at 12:13 PM
Without distraction, his mind flooded with shards of memories, intrusive thoughts, moments from the past flowing into greater events- like lava down a mountain, slow to stop and cool once it got going. So he stayed with people, at places and doing things, avoiding the noise of the silence.
#vss365
#vss365
I guess that's how it is sometimes,
when life provides a moment of clarity
and you feel where you are-
where you've been.
The haze of monotony lifted,
you realize that there is beauty in this
simple existence
a sharing of love & time
because what more is there?
Then you feel true thanks.
#vss365
when life provides a moment of clarity
and you feel where you are-
where you've been.
The haze of monotony lifted,
you realize that there is beauty in this
simple existence
a sharing of love & time
because what more is there?
Then you feel true thanks.
#vss365
January 8, 2025 at 1:43 PM
I guess that's how it is sometimes,
when life provides a moment of clarity
and you feel where you are-
where you've been.
The haze of monotony lifted,
you realize that there is beauty in this
simple existence
a sharing of love & time
because what more is there?
Then you feel true thanks.
#vss365
when life provides a moment of clarity
and you feel where you are-
where you've been.
The haze of monotony lifted,
you realize that there is beauty in this
simple existence
a sharing of love & time
because what more is there?
Then you feel true thanks.
#vss365
She saw dance fill his body to his fingertips.
It wasn't a moment of technique -
of creating the perfect lines or silhouette.
He didn't seem aware of his body at all -
having gone to another place
with his partner, and the clave.
Nothing more and no one else.
Maybe this was how he spoke.
#vss365
It wasn't a moment of technique -
of creating the perfect lines or silhouette.
He didn't seem aware of his body at all -
having gone to another place
with his partner, and the clave.
Nothing more and no one else.
Maybe this was how he spoke.
#vss365
December 19, 2024 at 11:28 AM
She saw dance fill his body to his fingertips.
It wasn't a moment of technique -
of creating the perfect lines or silhouette.
He didn't seem aware of his body at all -
having gone to another place
with his partner, and the clave.
Nothing more and no one else.
Maybe this was how he spoke.
#vss365
It wasn't a moment of technique -
of creating the perfect lines or silhouette.
He didn't seem aware of his body at all -
having gone to another place
with his partner, and the clave.
Nothing more and no one else.
Maybe this was how he spoke.
#vss365
It was certainly a challenge to stay quiet when she saw her kids in distress. Teenage dramas were blurry, a world away, yet the weight in her gut thinking back was still vivid. If only she could spare her babies from the harder realities of life - but she knew this wasn't the way of things.
#vss365
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December 16, 2024 at 12:10 PM
It was certainly a challenge to stay quiet when she saw her kids in distress. Teenage dramas were blurry, a world away, yet the weight in her gut thinking back was still vivid. If only she could spare her babies from the harder realities of life - but she knew this wasn't the way of things.
#vss365
#vss365
She was doomed to be misunderstood. Agatha had a beagle that always looked depressed. He wasn't but his face had sad puppy dog eyes that got him cuddles and treats despite the wagging tail.
Meanwhile, her own face made humans ignore her pain and existential dread. No sad eyes on an axolotl.
#vss365
Meanwhile, her own face made humans ignore her pain and existential dread. No sad eyes on an axolotl.
#vss365
December 14, 2024 at 3:26 PM
She was doomed to be misunderstood. Agatha had a beagle that always looked depressed. He wasn't but his face had sad puppy dog eyes that got him cuddles and treats despite the wagging tail.
Meanwhile, her own face made humans ignore her pain and existential dread. No sad eyes on an axolotl.
#vss365
Meanwhile, her own face made humans ignore her pain and existential dread. No sad eyes on an axolotl.
#vss365
Love lay latent,
a seed planted
and watered
with kindness and humor
and an ease of conversation.
As the sun arrived,
warmth spread through her chest.
Affection beginning to grow.
Anyone else could see
what would come to be.
A bloom of emotion,
An organic bond.
As a new season arrived.
#vss365
a seed planted
and watered
with kindness and humor
and an ease of conversation.
As the sun arrived,
warmth spread through her chest.
Affection beginning to grow.
Anyone else could see
what would come to be.
A bloom of emotion,
An organic bond.
As a new season arrived.
#vss365
December 10, 2024 at 3:57 PM
Love lay latent,
a seed planted
and watered
with kindness and humor
and an ease of conversation.
As the sun arrived,
warmth spread through her chest.
Affection beginning to grow.
Anyone else could see
what would come to be.
A bloom of emotion,
An organic bond.
As a new season arrived.
#vss365
a seed planted
and watered
with kindness and humor
and an ease of conversation.
As the sun arrived,
warmth spread through her chest.
Affection beginning to grow.
Anyone else could see
what would come to be.
A bloom of emotion,
An organic bond.
As a new season arrived.
#vss365
Breakfast, lunch & dinner
cuddles before bed.
I'll make your app't, drive you to practice,
teach you to clean up your messes.
Seek my advice- take it or don't.
Either way, you can
cry on my shoulder &
we'll celebrate the wins.
Load after load after load of laundry.
Mom's devotion is eternal.
#vss365
cuddles before bed.
I'll make your app't, drive you to practice,
teach you to clean up your messes.
Seek my advice- take it or don't.
Either way, you can
cry on my shoulder &
we'll celebrate the wins.
Load after load after load of laundry.
Mom's devotion is eternal.
#vss365
December 6, 2024 at 12:34 PM
Breakfast, lunch & dinner
cuddles before bed.
I'll make your app't, drive you to practice,
teach you to clean up your messes.
Seek my advice- take it or don't.
Either way, you can
cry on my shoulder &
we'll celebrate the wins.
Load after load after load of laundry.
Mom's devotion is eternal.
#vss365
cuddles before bed.
I'll make your app't, drive you to practice,
teach you to clean up your messes.
Seek my advice- take it or don't.
Either way, you can
cry on my shoulder &
we'll celebrate the wins.
Load after load after load of laundry.
Mom's devotion is eternal.
#vss365
He didn't like to consider himself Type A. No, he didn't live by rules. Maybe parameters. Sure they were fairly narrow but he was laid back - anyone would tell you. The folks who disagreed were people who didn't do things properly & that had nothing to do with him.
Just a chill kind of guy.
#vss365
Just a chill kind of guy.
#vss365
December 5, 2024 at 12:27 PM
He didn't like to consider himself Type A. No, he didn't live by rules. Maybe parameters. Sure they were fairly narrow but he was laid back - anyone would tell you. The folks who disagreed were people who didn't do things properly & that had nothing to do with him.
Just a chill kind of guy.
#vss365
Just a chill kind of guy.
#vss365
For 3 years she'd had this job. She wasn't a citizen, yet opened a bank account, got a tax id & the rest was history. She felt insulated here, in this moment, days after the attack. No one would target this small island town, a day's flight from NYC. But at home - chaos. She had to go back.
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December 3, 2024 at 1:40 PM
For 3 years she'd had this job. She wasn't a citizen, yet opened a bank account, got a tax id & the rest was history. She felt insulated here, in this moment, days after the attack. No one would target this small island town, a day's flight from NYC. But at home - chaos. She had to go back.
#vss365
#vss365
There's plenty to complain about,
but there's plenty to celebrate.
I wake up grateful
if nothing else,
to honor my family before
that made this today happen.
For there are black & white photos
moments of joy
caught during hard times.
If I have grandchildren,
I want them to know
I too smiled.
#vss365
but there's plenty to celebrate.
I wake up grateful
if nothing else,
to honor my family before
that made this today happen.
For there are black & white photos
moments of joy
caught during hard times.
If I have grandchildren,
I want them to know
I too smiled.
#vss365
November 27, 2024 at 12:12 PM
There's plenty to complain about,
but there's plenty to celebrate.
I wake up grateful
if nothing else,
to honor my family before
that made this today happen.
For there are black & white photos
moments of joy
caught during hard times.
If I have grandchildren,
I want them to know
I too smiled.
#vss365
but there's plenty to celebrate.
I wake up grateful
if nothing else,
to honor my family before
that made this today happen.
For there are black & white photos
moments of joy
caught during hard times.
If I have grandchildren,
I want them to know
I too smiled.
#vss365
It’s not that she'd never say what needed to be said, she was just delaying. True, she'd been delaying it for 34 years now but she fully planned to get it out. It was just easier this way at the moment - for her. She wasn’t acquiescing to his needs. One day, she’d be honest. Just not today.
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November 26, 2024 at 12:13 PM
It’s not that she'd never say what needed to be said, she was just delaying. True, she'd been delaying it for 34 years now but she fully planned to get it out. It was just easier this way at the moment - for her. She wasn’t acquiescing to his needs. One day, she’d be honest. Just not today.
#vss365
#vss365
From a boat in the Irish Sea, I saw a heron sleeping on a skerry rock by itself. It looked content and at rest even though the wind was strong enough to ruffle its feathers. Maybe on a break from hunting with its flock or nesting with a greater heronry. Everyone deserves time to themselves.
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November 25, 2024 at 12:19 PM
From a boat in the Irish Sea, I saw a heron sleeping on a skerry rock by itself. It looked content and at rest even though the wind was strong enough to ruffle its feathers. Maybe on a break from hunting with its flock or nesting with a greater heronry. Everyone deserves time to themselves.
#vss365
#vss365
The little boy hopped from puddle to puddle - each landing a new chance for the perfect splash. In just a few years the world would see this playful child as a threat. A tall, Black youth with broadening shoulders and the unfounded appearance of danger. His childhood cut shorter than others.
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November 23, 2024 at 2:30 PM
The little boy hopped from puddle to puddle - each landing a new chance for the perfect splash. In just a few years the world would see this playful child as a threat. A tall, Black youth with broadening shoulders and the unfounded appearance of danger. His childhood cut shorter than others.
#vss365
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Reposted by Liz
I dig
You dig
We dig
He dig
She dig
They dig
It’s not a great poem, but it is very deep.
You dig
We dig
He dig
She dig
They dig
It’s not a great poem, but it is very deep.
November 22, 2024 at 10:36 AM
I dig
You dig
We dig
He dig
She dig
They dig
It’s not a great poem, but it is very deep.
You dig
We dig
He dig
She dig
They dig
It’s not a great poem, but it is very deep.
Rain fell, creating mud - the dirt, like this place. Loam was the only soil that wasn’t chiefly sand, silt, or clay - but an even mix. His people were the same. Cajan, Creole, Louisiana Indian, transplants - different but together. Connected by something intangible. Like jazz - pain yet joy.
#vss365
#vss365
November 22, 2024 at 2:25 PM
Rain fell, creating mud - the dirt, like this place. Loam was the only soil that wasn’t chiefly sand, silt, or clay - but an even mix. His people were the same. Cajan, Creole, Louisiana Indian, transplants - different but together. Connected by something intangible. Like jazz - pain yet joy.
#vss365
#vss365
Years back, as a young woman the fight felt righteous. But she remembered how quickly they had turned on one another. Factions splintering the group, trolls inciting mobs. And then, there was the hurt. Real damage had been done in the name of revolution - now a regime she barely recognized.
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November 21, 2024 at 1:39 PM
Years back, as a young woman the fight felt righteous. But she remembered how quickly they had turned on one another. Factions splintering the group, trolls inciting mobs. And then, there was the hurt. Real damage had been done in the name of revolution - now a regime she barely recognized.
#vss365
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"What if you try viewing things through a fresh lens." she said.
"It's like dating your spouse, or sightseeing in your own city because we do know that perspective changes things. What happens from there... well, that's for you to figure out."
#vss365
"It's like dating your spouse, or sightseeing in your own city because we do know that perspective changes things. What happens from there... well, that's for you to figure out."
#vss365
November 20, 2024 at 3:05 PM
"What if you try viewing things through a fresh lens." she said.
"It's like dating your spouse, or sightseeing in your own city because we do know that perspective changes things. What happens from there... well, that's for you to figure out."
#vss365
"It's like dating your spouse, or sightseeing in your own city because we do know that perspective changes things. What happens from there... well, that's for you to figure out."
#vss365
Herded across miles,
not even a suitcase to their name,
falling rain now soaking what little they have.
Finding an escape plan with every stop,
searching for the best hiding place for their children-
in diapers last year, this year called terrorist.
No one wins in
a war waged against babies.
#vss365
not even a suitcase to their name,
falling rain now soaking what little they have.
Finding an escape plan with every stop,
searching for the best hiding place for their children-
in diapers last year, this year called terrorist.
No one wins in
a war waged against babies.
#vss365
November 19, 2024 at 1:20 PM
Herded across miles,
not even a suitcase to their name,
falling rain now soaking what little they have.
Finding an escape plan with every stop,
searching for the best hiding place for their children-
in diapers last year, this year called terrorist.
No one wins in
a war waged against babies.
#vss365
not even a suitcase to their name,
falling rain now soaking what little they have.
Finding an escape plan with every stop,
searching for the best hiding place for their children-
in diapers last year, this year called terrorist.
No one wins in
a war waged against babies.
#vss365
We are just specks in this enormous universe and in this brief moment in time.
That doesn't make me feel scared or insignificant.
It makes me feel part of something greater -
just a small part yet still, uniquely me,
and you're uniquely you.
Amazing.
#GoodMorning
!
That doesn't make me feel scared or insignificant.
It makes me feel part of something greater -
just a small part yet still, uniquely me,
and you're uniquely you.
Amazing.
#GoodMorning
!
November 18, 2024 at 1:21 PM
We are just specks in this enormous universe and in this brief moment in time.
That doesn't make me feel scared or insignificant.
It makes me feel part of something greater -
just a small part yet still, uniquely me,
and you're uniquely you.
Amazing.
#GoodMorning
!
That doesn't make me feel scared or insignificant.
It makes me feel part of something greater -
just a small part yet still, uniquely me,
and you're uniquely you.
Amazing.
#GoodMorning
!