The U.S. is an ugly, exhausting place to have to exist in right now. For some, it always has been. The failure of our government to maintain even the facade of having “the people’s” best interests at heart has revealed in stark, unforgiving detail the rot at our country’s core. Structures built on the…
Breakdowns, Butterflies, and Perfection
If you know me at all, you know that I’m not good at doing things I’m not good at. I’m naturally inclined to be capable, accomplished even. I like to be praised. I don’t necessarily have to be the best, but I like to be perched near the pedestal. If this is you, too, you…
When Beauty Is Only Frosting Deep, or, Working Overtime on Being Kind to Myself
I’m going to let you in on a little secret. It might be your secret, too, or it might not. It is a secret that is both deeply comforting and often unnerving. The secret is this: I am at my very best when I’m alone. On my own, it’s easy to follow my instincts, to go…
Preheating Your Frustration to 450 Degrees
Sometimes, it’s really hard not to give in to the urge to bitch about every little act of disrespect committed against you or about how broke you are or how unhappy with your job. My instinct is to lean into it, to fill everyone’s ears with tales of rather trivial woe. But I won’t. That’s…
On Cake, DJT, and Self-Care (One of These Things Is Not Like the Other)
What is the difference between a raven and a writing desk? Or rather, what are the similarities between baking and life? I’ll get back to you on that. Lately I’ve been feeling–actually more like being ridden hard and put away wet by–what feels like the whole spectrum of human emotion. The feelings roll around inside…
Why Bake? Why Bitch?
I’m using baking to cope–with my life, with politics, with the world. And I’m inviting you to come along.
I hope this makes you laugh. I hope this makes you feel like you’re not alone. I hope this makes you feel less afraid.
Bake, Bitch, Bake, Repeat 