I’m A Medicated Mama — And No, I’m Not Ashamed


By Kimberly Zapata Just after midnight, I heard a noise: a subtle noise, a scratchy noise, a non-threatening, but irritating sorta noise. Of course, had said noise been harsher — if I had heard a bang, a thud, or even shattering glass — I probably would have stayed put, firmly planted in my bed. But … Continue reading I’m A Medicated Mama — And No, I’m Not Ashamed