Wednesday, March 30, 2011


My friend set her glass down on the polished surface of the table. "How do you do it all?" she exclaimed as if it were an accusation. "You must teach me!"

I sprinkled the last of the fresh herbs into the bubbling sauce as my son finished reading the last page of the book to my daughter, in Spanish. I turned to my friend, the large letter 'S' prominent on my shirt. "Do what?" I asked. 

Why didn't people realize their could only ever be one true Supermom?

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