Dawn here comes in wide. The wind comes in across the bluebonnets, the kettle goes on, the burr grinder hums, the loaf rises on stone-ground flour. Two kids still asleep. The day takes a long minute to arrive.
Dawnfire is the fire I keep through that hour — tended overnight so the dough can proof, lit again so the coffee can pour. It's the warmth everything else runs out of.
Four trades sit under its roof: a therapy practice, a group practice, a bookkeeping firm, a microbakery. And a fifth thing — the writing and teaching that runs between them. Pieces I've gathered, one at a time, to make a life that works for my family without giving up the parts that matter.
The work is craft-shaped, even when the craft is talk or a balance sheet. Some things stay warm by hand. Some things get weighed and written down. Most things are both.
Dawnfire is the name for how it all sits together.
— Laura B. Wallace