When life sucks, bake a pie or two

Photograph by Moryt Milo

On days when everything goes sideways, I bake.

I do it to put myself in the moment.

I do it to watch green apple skins turn into peeled ribbons in my sink.

I do it to bare the fruits’ flesh.

I do it because creating a crumbly sweet dough that bubbles and scents the house is delicious for the soul.

I do it to harvest Golden Delicious apples from my tree before they fall and bruise.

On days when everything goes sideways, I do it to find purpose.