My mom is awesome. Although she’d be yelling at me for staying up to write this.

She is, though, objectively, a phenomenal person. I have a piece called “threads” where I describe how she blew my eight year old mind by asking me to, essentially, analyze the complex consequences of simply making cigarettes illegal. Someday I’ll edit it and publish it, but it perfectly sums up, in conjunction with this piece, how she gave me both magic and logic, and how many people can do both?

Also, she can train rabbits to pick up toys, train huskies to come when called (off leash!), bake an astonishing number of christmas cookies (while listening to excellent music: pink floyd, bowie, the doors, van morrison), and is one of the most generous people I’ve ever known.

And she’d hate every word of this, saying that she’s “nothing special”. Which makes her all the more so.