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?
*** One Minute Writer ***
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
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