Therese FitzMauriceinCorona MomsImperfect Lights(Written December 26–29, 2020)Jan 13, 2021Jan 13, 2021
Therese FitzMauriceinCorona MomsNeighborhood OfferingI see the neighbors more these days. Tommy and I have been building new raised beds. The kids have helped haul soil, pick fruit stickers…Apr 18, 2020Apr 18, 2020
Therese FitzMauriceinCorona MomsThe FloodThe Zoom room was open on the kitchen table. Cadence was beginning to learn how to find the link herself to log onto her 3rd grade class…Apr 8, 2020Apr 8, 2020
Therese FitzMauriceThe Zoom room was open on the kitchen table.Cadence’s sixth grade brother, Thomas read over her shoulder and responded, “That’s easy. Climb out wherever the water is coming in?”Apr 8, 2020Apr 8, 2020
Therese FitzMauriceWhispersThere is a poem pulsing its way out of me. I can feel it in my shoulder, running down my back. There is a deep well of stories tightly…May 3, 2016May 3, 2016