My Daughter Has A Name — And It’s Not “Babe”
By Kimberly Zapata As soon I stepped out my front door I heard it. I heard him. “Hey babe! How
Read moreBy Kimberly Zapata As soon I stepped out my front door I heard it. I heard him. “Hey babe! How
Read moreBy Kimberly Zapata This much. The other day my daughter asked me how much I loved her and I said
Read moreBy Kimberly Zapata Dear Daughter, I really don’t know where — or how — to begin. I suppose the best place to
Read moreBy Kimberly Zapata It is strange how silent and still my house becomes at nap time. The blinds are closed,
Read moreBy Kimberly Zapata I woke at 5:30 this morning. I had planned to get up early—I had dishes to wash,
Read moreJust a few weeks ago, my daughter and I went to the park which — in and of itself —
Read moreDearest Daughter, Today, you woke up at 5 a.m. You spilled milk on the carpet and dumped a carton of
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