Tailgating Shakespeare

Tailgating Shakespeare

It’s eleven o’clock at night, and I just got in from tailgating Shakespeare. The snapshot places me six hours south of my home, about to begin teaching three weeks of an arts program hosted on an idyllic college campus.  Specifically, I was in a parking...
Numbers Game

Numbers Game

Yesterday, a bright, accomplished junior who had just completed my upper-level Ceramics class stopped by the studio to talk. This student worked consistently and thoughtfully throughout the class. His technical skill improved a great deal, and we are both quite proud...
On Books

On Books

I’m going to choose my words very carefully.  Because for as long as I can remember, I have loved words.  Words convey meaning, and I can’t help but think that a search for meaning is what the whole human experience is about. I didn’t think about...
Planters

Planters

I spent my teaching day today making planters.  Big planters – or at least big for someone who spends most of her time crafting cups or soup bowls. Last night, I heard from a friend that he had been promoted at work.  The promotion is a very deserved one, and...
Cowgirl

Cowgirl

“You’re not a cowgirl until you fall off ten times,” sighed my teenaged riding teacher at my tenth riding lesson. She held the pony’s reins as the mare looked down at me dubiously. Dusting off my jeans and sniffling, I ignored the pain in my...