I’m a small-batch potter and ceramics instructor working and living outside Philadelphia with my beautiful family and handsome dogs. I’ve been working in ceramics for more than twenty years, and began teaching to help others learn and grow through clay.

At home I’ve tucked a studio space into my laundry room, where I create functional stoneware, thrown on the wheel. I aim to make pots that are aesthetically and physically satisfying, or that both look and feel good:  a mug that brings a smile to a cranky morning and cuddles warmly in your palm, a pour bottle for olive oil that sits conveniently on the counter, and adds elegance to the space, or—a favorite—a small cup for bobby pins with a magnet fixed inside to keep the pins secured. 

I unreservedly love everything about clay. As a medium it contains infinite possibilities and can be scrapped and reused again and again. Once fired, it completely transforms. There is magic each time I open the kiln to see what the metamorphosis of fire has done to my work. There is also, inevitably, heartbreak, and the lessons a broken heart teaches. Pottery can be joyful, and also humbling. I’ve been hooked from the first moment.