I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine:
There sleeps Titania sometime of the night,
Lull’d in these flowers with dances and delight.
— William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream (2.1.255–60)

Whether for their practical uses or radiant beauty, flowers have always held a special place in our hearts. (more…)

“All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That’s his.”  —Oscar Wilde, The Importance of Being Earnest, Act 1

Mother’s Day is just around the corner—time to bust out cards, flowers, and breakfast-in-bed to let those special women know just how much they mean to us. We value their love, wisdom, and long-suffering patience. We’re also thankful if we inherited Mom’s eyes or smile. But that’s not all we have to thank Mom for.

It may not look good on a Hallmark card, but we should also be thankful for Mom’s mitochondrial DNA. (more…)