After almost 11 years caring for the tiny babies in the NICU, I followed the gentle pull of clay into a life that feels fuller and more honest. What began as a small oasis on the side has grown into a vibrant rhythm of shows, shelves filled with fresh work, and videos where I invite people into the quiet joy of making. This last year has been a swirl of art fairs, muddy hands, kiln openings, and learning how to speak my creative truth on YouTube without losing the heart behind it.

Away from the studio, life has opened in new ways too. I have more time with my family, more mornings that begin with warm bread on the counter, more afternoons spent in the yard with chickens wandering like tiny comedians and dogs following along as if they are supervising. All of it has shaped me as much as any lump of clay.

Walking away from nursing was a brave kind of unknown, but walking toward this life feels like choosing breath and color and meaning every single day. I am building a world that holds both tenderness and wonder, shaped by the people and creatures I love and the art that keeps me steady.

Thank you for being here with me. Let’s keep creating a life that feels beautifully handmade ✨