Bearing It All

Kimberly Zapata Postpartum

While the breast may in some ways “be best,” it certainly isn’t “the tits.”

Aftermath

Kimberly Zapata essays

How do we come together the morning after? The morning after a fight. The morning after I criticize you, or you me. The morning after insults are hurled and accusations are made.

At the Water’s Edge

Kimberly Zapata essays

If I knew he was dying I would have savored that diving lesson. I would have held onto every word he said, written down his instructions, treasured the tone in which he called me Cupcake. I would have hugged him harder, and more often. And I would have stayed at the water’s edge until I got it just right.

3:30 A.M.

Kimberly Zapata Postpartum

I thought the guilt and confusion was normal. I thought the tears were normal. I thought I was just adjusting my new mommy role.

Not Just Another Free Turkey

Kimberly Zapata Relationships

Thanksgiving isn’t about a meal. It isn’t about where you eat or even what you do. It is about expressing gratitude, and giving thanks.