I showed up every day. I think I’m actually making friends even though I’m old enough to be most ppl’s mom. I grew as a baker and a human. I look forward to revising the novel over break and hope to write an essay about this whole mind fuck of an experience as well.

I continued my absolute love affair with making bread. I learned how to navigate a bake shop through its many ups and downs. I missed my writing. I worked my day job mostly before dawn and after dusk. I learned my cinnamon allergy is more of a problem than I realized.

Since my therapist closed her practice and moved out of state (w 2 weeks notice) I don’t really know any other way to process this shit.

It’s a reference to purity culture

Perhaps this is just in SC.

I’ve had a lot of fun writing it. Now it’s almost time to get it polished up & I can’t wait to get back to it.

Ultimately, it’s 4 pov characters, how they’re tied to it (lone is a step-parent & the one who raised) the cult leader (who’s recently quit Nashville country music near stardom under mysterious circumstances), 3 wind up members, and where/how they are when it ends. For reasons.

And on the east side!

Errr lbs not ponds bc that would be overkill

The yeast, of course