Rain poured on folks’ parades last week, both literally and figuratively. Everywhere I looked, someone seemed to be experiencing some sort of loss or uncomfortable progression. 

Friends reported the transition of loved ones from this life to whatever awaits them in the next. Others who are “sportsketball” fans were pained by the results of recent games. And an online friend inadvertently ended her favorite sourdough starter. That too is a type of loss, trivial or not.

When confronted with the kind of helplessness grief and loss can bring, I often lean into something fairly thoughtless and easy to control: I bake.

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