When Mondays are Sundays and Pie is for Healing

photo: jparadisi 2012

1. One of my favorite things about being a nurse is my weird work schedule. For instance, today is Monday, but I worked the weekend. So, while many on Twitter bemoan Monday morning, I am in my jammies, drinking coffee. Outside, the steady fall of rain adds to the illusion of a leisurely Sunday morning. There’s something appealingly decadent about having time off when most people work. It almost makes up for the nights, weekends, and holidays I’ve worked the past twenty-five years.


Rain is the color of introspection, and grief.

2. A friend died last week. It was not unexpected, but it was a complex relationship, and there was no fairy tale ending. In an odd coincidence, earlier in the week I’d attended a book signing at a local bookstore. The author, Beth Howard, wrote Making Piece, a Memoir of Love, Loss, and Pie (Harlequin, 2012) and blogs at The World Needs More Pie.

I tried Howard’s approach to healing through pie making. I have made pies since I was twelve. As my hands worked the pastry for an apple pie after work on Saturday, I realized I make pies for holidays or birthdays, but never as an event of its own, never just for myself. David and I skipped over dinner for dessert. It was the first time I enjoyed one of my pies warm from the oven.

I do feel better. Maybe the world does need more pie.

1 Comment

  1. Ahhh yes, the dreaded weekends and holidays that leave us blessed time during the week to get things done. The trade off was always worth it.
    Cheers to the pie!


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