Letter to my sister: "oh geez, ceramics are so stressful. but i've had the gods on my side. i somehow managed to charm the studio tech guy, this man in his late 60s who is crabby with everyone, and he let me have the last half of the last low fire kiln for all my stuff. i got to load it myself after i was finished glazing. so it all went in and got fired in time and the glaze colors came out rad. last night i went in and unloaded the kiln, bare arms, covered in clay dust, carefully removing heavy shelves and student's precious work to get my pieces out. these are 17 inches tall and hang on the wall like portraits of deceased relatives."