I am a maker of things. I started out with cookies and eclairs and bread. I made 4 babies, and then moved on to art: paintings, and gravity-defying clay sculpture; mugs and bowls. Lately, I’ve returned to bread and cookies, for survival. I need to get my hands back into clay and drippy colors on my front porch studio, while the weather is good. I need to remember some things I have forgotten.