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When I first sat at a potter's wheel back in the 1980's, I felt like I was remembering how to throw clay rather than learning it. My hands knew what to do and within a few
months, I was selling pottery at the local farmer's market. For several years I did the craft fair circuit but no matter how much I loved clay, I was forced to admit that as a single woman working as a
potter, earning an adequate income was just too much work, and I became a nurse instead. Now, twenty years later, like so many other baby-boomer ClayArtists, I'm back.
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