Making Things in the Margins
It's usually after 6 or 7pm when I sit down in my studio. Josh is in the den, the house is quiet, and I'm already calculating how much I have left. Some evenings the clay absorbs me until 11pm. Some evenings the couch gets me first. Both of those evenings are part of the same story — and so is the endometriosis that shapes all of it.
BE YOU: Boldly Express Your Own Uniqueness
Bold is relative. Before I started making my own jewelry, my style was ordinary — safe, typical, nothing that announced itself. I didn't know yet what I was capable of.
My Word for 2026
A college retreat leader once told me: don't anticipate, participate. I wrote it down and forgot about it for fifteen years. Then I got sick, and making things with my hands became the only place I could actually be. That's when I finally understood what she meant.