Tag Archives: mom

Appreciating Home Food

I don’t think there’s anything we under-appreciate more than our parents, specifically our mothers. I think it’s human nature. Our mothers do everything for us: cook, clean, drive us places, help with homework, a shoulder to cry on, everything. It’s amazing, and how often do we thank them? Rarely, if ever. Maybe on mother’s day or on their birthday, but by and large we just take them for granted.

In case I haven’t said it in awhile, I love you, mom.

I didn’t realize this until I moved to university. For the first time I was on my own, and I suddenly realized what that meant. No mom to help me with anything. That’s fine, I survived and even thrived, but I learned right then and there just how amazing she was all those years.

I missed her in many ways, but I think the biggest loss, the biggest regret, was giving up her cooking. By the Goddess I missed her cooking. Continue reading

A Strange Dream

Let me start by saying I love my mom.

Not enough to get a tattoo, but still love!

Dreams, are they weird or what? Nobody really knows what they are or why we have them. Sure, we have theories, but they are far from a sure thing. It’s the same with sleep, really. Why do we sleep? We know the answer intuitively: it keeps us fresh, it recharges our energy. All the same, does it not seem strange? Lifeforms enter a strange trance, completely unprotected, in order to live better the next day. Continue reading