Healing isn’t one size fits all.

After my 2nd miscarriage, I tried “talk therapy.” It felt like dissecting my grief under fluorescent lights. I didn’t need a spotlight on my pain—I needed a way to move thru it. A therapist finally handed me paintbrushes and said: “Heal how you need to: scream into dough, pace trails, or burn the damn cornbread.”

Grief doesn’t need fixing—it needs to be felt, shaped, and transformed.

Here we:

🍞 Knead rage into dough
🌿 Simmer pain into collards
🔥 Burn the cornbread \(bc perfection is a lie\)
💛 Turn grief into joy

This isn’t a support group. It’s a space to reclaim joy, honor self, and connect through the art of baking.

This is for you if:

☠️ You’re over “Everything happens for a reason”
🍪 You want to find joy in food, tradition, and community
🔥 You’re ready to heal with messy kitchens and love passed down through recipes

Join us for live workshops, soulful recipes, and folx that get it.

Let’s bake joy into every bite, every story, and every messy kitchen moment.