I have been playing with clay for over half of my life, and while I have taken a hiatus or two from making over the years, inevitably, the mud sucks me back in. After many unhappy years spent trying to convince myself that I could be content as a “do-er-of-things” (read 9-5 office worker), in December of 2012 I finally came to my senses, and embraced the undeniable fact that I am a maker-of-things to the core.  While I am content making things with a variety of media—food, fabric, and words to name a few—clay is my material of choice. Almost 20 years after my first class, I still continue to be delighted by the contradictions clay presents: soft/hard, ephemeral/eternal, enchanting/infuriating.