One summer day 20 years ago I drove my new VW Beetle to Arrowmont School of Arts and Crafts for a summer vacation of a one week workshop in pottery. I wanted to take a woodworking class, but it was full. So were all the other classes. I ended up with something called "hand building". That one week introduced me to a world of learning how to throw clay, mix glazes, and wait for just the right time to work with my pieces. It introduced me to a world of artists who have helped, encouraged, and laughed with me on this truly wonderful journey.