I had a whole long post here written to my friend Katherine about how her job moving her an hour or two north of here doesn’t mean that she’s getting out of having lunch with me now and then, but devolved into something too mushy even for me. Love you, Katherine! Thank you for being my friend!
A Day in the Life
Maker of thrown, hand-built, and slipcast ceramics; dyer and spinner of yarn; writer of science fiction; watcher of people and nature.