No one really has a bad life. Not even a bad day. Just bad moments.
Get rid of anything that isn’t useful, beautiful or joyful.
We all have a personal pool of quicksand inside us where we begin to sink and need friends and family to find us and remind us of all the good that has been and will be.
If we threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else's, we'd grab ours back.
Whatever doesn't kill you really does make you stronger.
If baking is any labor at all, it's a labor of love. A love that gets passed from generation to generation.