My mother taught me right from wrong and told me to trust my heart. She asserted to me that I am a good person, and when I face moral trials that my instincts will guide me down a just and honest path. She coached me to believe that I am a brave person, and that I should challenge injustice with ferocity and honor. She told me that an act is wrong when it causes harm, and that if my morality is guided by compassion and altruism, that I would make the right choices in life. I have tried all my life to live by these principles, albeit imperfectly, and have been raising my son to have the same heart my mother passed down to me.
My mother taught me to bake and told me to trust my intuition. She told me that recipes are only guidelines, and that following them to their letter sometimes works,