EPL has taken a too long hiatus from posting for good reason – MOMMA WAS IN TOWN!! My kick ass muda is a classy lady who also happens to unknowingly hold many hipster-approved titles such as “master yoga instructor” and “vegan gourmand”, not to mention up until my bro and I hit high school, she made her own clothes and had numerous colors of ‘hose’ (tights for you Gen Y’ers) for every occasion. Seen here kneeling dangerously close to Charles Manson/my dad, she is modeling the once popular sheen hose. It wasn’t until years later I discovered the sheen were the best hose to pull over my face and, paired with my super soaker, used to hold my grandpa hostage until he fed me more pickles.
Her visit from Iowa was as epic as we anticipated and included moseying on the coast, hiking in the trees, and feasting on signature momma designed recipes like gluten/sugar free granola, rice pudding, authentic guacamole, and spaghetti sauce that is more veg chunk then sauce (all recipes coming soon in a special edition written by mom herself. And if you’re reading this mom, could you be a guest blogger please?) I admire this pioneer woman for not only paving the way as an earlier adopter of fashion trends and vegan, organic eating – but because she is able to perfectly balance complete shamelessness with total buddha-like wisdom. Mom is like a ultimate human multi-tool of awesome, combining the wisdom of an old spiritual guru, the physical prowess and energy of an annoying step aerobics teacher, and the brazen unpredictability of an 11-year-old who likes to dress up like a Jedi while burping the alphabet.
Any time that I would leave the house growing up, my mom would rarely let me go without her kissing me on the cheek and saying the words, “remember who you are.” I secretly thought it was cool even back then, but now that I am in my 30’s and have become totally comfortable with my desires to be a ghost hunter, my inability to pass up a fart war, and have had the cops called on me for watching Lord of the Rings too loud – I realize that those words were so much more then advice – they allowed me freedom to think about my own happiness…to be my own person.
Thanks for being so awesome mom and for visiting me in Oregon. Oh, and I found this little gem of a picture that I hope totally embarrasses you like you used to embarrass me when you would fight over a $.15 coupon at the store then follow it up with a lecture on your contribution to women’s lib.