When life sucks, bake a pie or two
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.