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2025
Hi! I'm Clare--a mom, military wife, retired teacher, baker and storyteller at heart. I started Dancing Cream Confections as a way to honor my past while creating something joyful and delicious in the present. Inspired by my late mother's love for baking, my twin daughters' endless spirit, and a whole lot of Mamma Mia singalongs, this journey is rooted in love, resilience, and a deep belief that something sweet can always brighten the day.
Our
Story
Dancing Cream was born from the sweetest memories.
My mamma taught me to bake--she believed cookies could heal, connect, and celebrate.
After losing her while pregnant with my twin girls, baking became my way of holding onto her love. It also became a way for my girls to get to know their grandmother. Using my mamma's handwritten recipes, my girls connected with her.
During a hard period in our lives, my girls and I watched Mamma Mia! on repeat, finding joy in dancing and singing through the sadness.
Years later, standing barefoot on a sandy beach, my daughters and I danced to “Dancing Queen” at my wedding—laughter, healing, and sunlight all around us.
Dancing Cream Confections is a tribute to her spirit, my girls, and to every sweet, messy, beautiful moment life gives us.
We bake cookies with sunshine, love, and a lot of dancing—and we hope you taste every bit of that magic in each bite.
2001
Now, in 2025, I'm stepping into a new chapter with Dancing Cream Confections--a dream years in the making. After seasons of loss, growth, and healing, this little bakery is my way of blending heart and heritage, memory and meaning. It's more than cookies and confections; it's a tribute to my mamma, a celebration with my daughters, and a sweet reminder that it's never too late to follow joy and create something beautiful from the journey.
2013
In the years that followed, as I navigated the heartbreak of divorce and the weight of single motherhood, my twin girls and I found solace in the kitchen. Baking became our way of staying connected to my mamma--mixing her recipes, sharing her stories, and wrapping ourselves in the warmth she once gave so freely. When life felt especially heavy, we turned to Mamma Mia! on repeat, escaping into the music, dancing in our pajamas, and finding joy in the middle of grief. "Dancing Queen" became our anthem--a song that lifted our spirits and reminded us that even in the hardest moments, there was still light, laughter, and love.
2025
2001 was the hardest year of my life. Like so many others, I remember the shock and heartbreak of 9/11 shaking the world, but for me, the pain went even deeper. That same year, my mamma--my biggest source of strength--got sick. As I carried my twin daughters, filled with both hope and fear, I watched her health decline. She passed away before they were born, and I found myself grieving the loss of my mother while preparing to become one myself. It was a year marked by overwhelming sorrow, but also the quiet beginnings of new life.