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I Started A Bakery (Which Still Feels Wild to Say)

Okay so… I started a bakery.

Like, actually.


Juniper Noir Bakery officially opens February 1st, and I’m opening pre-orders ahead of time so I can ease into this without losing my mind (or my love for baking).


This bakery didn’t come from some perfectly planned business moment. It came from healing, late nights, chaos, creativity, and a very strong need to make something that feels comforting — both to make and to share.


Juniper Noir is a home-based, pre-order bakery. No storefront. No rush culture. No pumping out a million things at once. Everything is made in small batches, by order, with care.


I’ll be baking:

• cakes

• cupcakes

• cookies

• chocolates

• sourdough

• beer bread


All pre-order only, because my nervous system deserves peace.





Why I Started This (The Real Answer)



For a long time, I was just surviving.


Not dreaming. Not building. Just getting through days and hoping things would eventually feel lighter. I didn’t always have space to imagine a future — I was focused on making it through the present.


Baking has always been one of the few places where my brain could slow down. Where my hands could do something steady and grounding. Writing did the same thing. So did creating things that felt warm and safe when everything else felt loud.


Starting Juniper Noir — and the nonprofit work connected to it — is me choosing to build something after survival. Something rooted in care instead of urgency. Something that turns what I’ve been through into something that might help someone else feel less alone.


This isn’t a “look how far I’ve come” moment. It’s a this is what I’m choosing now moment.





Why Pre-Orders Are a Thing Here



Pre-orders aren’t about being fancy or exclusive — they’re about not burning out doing something I love.


They let me plan properly, avoid food waste, and actually put time into each order instead of rushing through them. They also let me balance baking with being a mom, a writer, and a human who still wants to sleep sometimes.


When you place a pre-order, you’re helping this bakery exist in a way that’s calm, intentional, and sustainable — which honestly means everything to me.





Valentine’s Day, But Make It Cozy



Let’s talk about Valentine’s Day for a second.


Whether you’re in love, healing, single, celebrating friendships, or just here for the chocolate (always valid), Juniper Noir Valentine’s orders are about soft joy, not pressure.


Think cozy desserts, moody vibes, sweet-but-not-cheesy flavours, and treats that feel like a hug — for yourself or someone you love. February 1st pickup gives me time to prep properly, and you time to plan without stress.


Buy it for a partner.

Buy it for your best friend.

Buy it for yourself.

You deserve dessert.





This Is About More Than a Bakery



This bakery — and the nonprofit work connected to it — is the start of something new.


New hope.

New direction.

A reason to keep building instead of just surviving.


10% of every bakery order is set aside to support women and children in vulnerable situations through The Healing Chaos Non-Profit Initiative. It’s quiet, intentional, and rooted in the belief that no one should have to stay stuck in survival forever.


If this bakery can be a starting point — for me, or for someone else — then it’s already doing what it was meant to do.





What Happens Next



Pre-orders will be opening soon for February 1st pickup.

Menus, links, and updates will live on the Juniper Noir Bakery Facebook page.


If you order, thank you.

If you share, thank you.

If you’re just here quietly supporting, thank you.


This bakery is small on purpose. Built gently. Built with heart.


I’m really glad you’re here.


— MoMo 🖤

Juniper Noir Bakery


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