This isn’t a place to fix yourself. It’s a space to feel, process, and rise — one recipe, one ritual, one breath at a time.
After my second miscarriage, therapy felt sterile. I needed something softer, more sacred, so I turned to the kitchen. I realized grief doesn’t need solving. Sadness doesn’t need a cure — just somewhere safe to land.
Inside this community you’ll find:
🍞 simple bake + no-bake rituals
🕯️ Porch is the Altar — weekly witnessing space (no fixing, no pressure)
📓 prompts for grief, memory, boundaries, and joy
🧁 recipes that reconnect you to comfort, lineage, and self
This space is for you if:
🤎 you’re grieving a version of yourself
🤎 you’re tired of performing healing
🤎 you feel like giving up and need a way through
🤎 you want a gentle structure that actually works
🤎 you crave connection without pressure
🤎 you’re ready to rebuild with hope, not hustle
You don’t have to be okay to be here. You just have to arrive. Bake through it with us.