I came to the potter’s wheel late in life. As a child, my mother kept a pickling crock filled with clay that was reserved for rainy days. Thus clay became a wonderful way to cure the rainy day blues. It was while in elementary school, however, that I attended an art workshop and first saw someone working on the wheel. It was a magical moment—watching a lump of clay transformed into something beautiful. School, work and family took priority over the next 40 years. Finally, with retirement on the horizon, I decided to head back to school and study Ceramics at Cypress College. Under the guidance of my teachers— Jeff Netzer and Molly Schulps, I continue to expand my knowledge of clay in all its forms. Now, there are no more “rainy days”, just “clay days”!