How Baking and Writing Became Band-Aids

I used to bake. Post-divorce, I had a new life to navigate and it felt good to steady my hands with a spoon, with bowls of sugar and flour. Serving cake to my boys in our broken home felt maternal, like an offering. Could baked goods bandage wounds?

I wrote about those years and the way writing and baking became therapy and art, a canvas for my soul. Recently, Literary Mama published the essay here. I hope it inspires you to bake or write or do that thing that makes your soul smile.