# Home of Thoughts > Reflections on life, motherhood, cooking, travel, feelings, books, and art — by Mirey Kh. Public Ghost content for AI and LLM tooling. This file includes a bounded export of public pages first, then recent public posts. Append `.md` to any post or page URL to get the content in Markdown (for example, `/example-post.md`). ## Pages ### About URL: https://homeofthoughts.com/about/ Last updated: 2026-07-26T14:36:00.000Z Hello — I’m **Mirey Khodanian**. I’m thirty-seven, a mother of two, and someone who has always found meaning in books, art, photography, and the small details of ordinary days. I studied English literature, and that love of language never really left. *Home of Thoughts* is where I gather what life gives me: notes on motherhood, recipes from the kitchen, feelings that need a soft place to land, travel memories, and the art and books that keep me company. I prefer simple things — warm rooms, quiet mornings, honest words. This site is meant to feel the same way: unhurried, personal, and open to whatever is true for me in the moment. If something here resonates with you, I’m glad. You’re welcome to [write to me](https://homeofthoughts.com/contact/), or simply stay and read. *— Mirey Kh.* ### Contact URL: https://homeofthoughts.com/contact/ Last updated: 2026-07-26T13:56:39.000Z A simple way to say hello. Messages are welcome — thoughts, questions, or quiet notes from your own day. Email: [hello@homeofthoughts.com](mailto:hello@homeofthoughts.com) I read every message when I can. Thank you for visiting *Home of Thoughts*. ## Posts ### The Stack Beside the Bed URL: https://homeofthoughts.com/the-stack-beside-the-bed/ Last updated: 2026-07-26T13:56:39.000Z There is always a stack beside my bed: novels half-read, a book of poems, something about art, a children’s story I meant to return to the shelf. English literature taught me that books are not tasks. They are companions. Some stay for years. Some visit for a weekend and change a single thought. ## Reading without hurry I no longer measure reading by pages completed. I measure it by attention returned — to language, to other lives, to the quiet after a good paragraph. If you are choosing a book today, choose the one your hand reaches for twice. That is usually the right one. ### Naming What We Feel URL: https://homeofthoughts.com/naming-what-we-feel/ Last updated: 2026-07-26T13:56:39.000Z I used to treat feelings as weather I had to endure. Now I try to greet them by name. Sad. Overwhelmed. Grateful. Lonely. Hopeful. Sometimes several at once, like colors mixed on a palette. ## A small practice When something rises in me, I write one sentence: *Today I feel \_\_\_ because \_\_\_.* It is not therapy. It is honesty on paper. Often that is enough to soften the edges — and to remind me that feelings move, even when they seem stuck. ### What the Train Window Taught Me URL: https://homeofthoughts.com/what-the-train-window-taught-me/ Last updated: 2026-07-26T13:56:39.000Z I love the middle of a journey — not the packing, not the arrival, but the in-between. On a train, the world edits itself: fields, towns, a flash of water, someone else’s laundry on a line. You are a guest of motion. ## Small travels count You do not need a grand itinerary to travel well. A new street, a museum afternoon, a weekend room with a different window — these also open the mind. Bring a notebook. Leave room for nothing planned. That empty space is often where the real trip begins. ### A Simple Soup for Tired Evenings URL: https://homeofthoughts.com/a-simple-soup-for-tired-evenings/ Last updated: 2026-07-26T13:56:39.000Z I cook best when the recipe respects the day I am having. This soup is that kind of recipe: onion, carrot, whatever greens remain, stock, a little oil, salt, and time. No performance. Just warmth in a bowl. ## How I make it 1. Soften a chopped onion in olive oil until sweet. 2. Add carrots and any sturdy vegetables you have. 3. Cover with stock or water, simmer until tender. 4. Finish with salt, pepper, and a squeeze of lemon if you like brightness. Serve with bread if you have it. Eat slowly if you can. Cooking does not have to be impressive to be kind. ### On Soft Days and Hard Days URL: https://homeofthoughts.com/on-soft-days-and-hard-days/ Last updated: 2026-07-26T13:56:39.000Z There are days when I feel capable — lunches packed, tempers steady, stories read with full attention. And there are days when dinner is toast and the floor is a landscape of toys, and I still count the day as love. ## Permission to be human I do not need to perform perfect motherhood. My children need a real person: present, imperfect, willing to repair. If today felt soft, savor it. If it felt hard, you are not failing — you are living a real story with other people in it. ### The Gift of Quiet Mornings URL: https://homeofthoughts.com/the-gift-of-quiet-mornings/ Last updated: 2026-07-26T13:56:38.000Z There is a half-hour in our house that belongs only to the light and the kettle. I used to rush through it. Now I sit with a cup of something warm and watch the sky change. Nothing dramatic happens. That is precisely the point. ## What quiet teaches Quiet is not empty. It is full of small notices: the way steam moves, the sound of a floorboard, the thought that arrives only when you stop chasing it. If you can, protect a little silence. Not as luxury — as daily bread.