Beyond middle age, reading literature, trying to write, to change careers, directions, finding life past shaking fingers in your face.
Clay class. Giving up on bowls while they’re still three-quarters inch thick and squat. And safe. Disregarding directions and making plaques and sitting nudes instead. Going beyond the rules when rules are there, yet stopping and turning around instead of taking it even further.
This was done maybe thirty years ago. It is my stuffed shrimp recipe.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology