About Me
I’m an art gallery owner, ceramic artist, and single mother. My goal is to share unknown artists’ work with the world, one show at a time. My own ceramics are in galleries across the state, though I rarely mention it—despite my daughter insisting I should brag more.
You’ll often find me in my potter’s shed, wearing clay-streaked overalls. Other times I’m dressed elegantly for a day at my gallery. I’m sort of two people in that way—the one my family and friends know is artistic and a little Rock & Roll, while my public persona leans toward polished tastemaker.
Five years ago, my husband died suddenly. To say it was horrific and hard on both my daughter and me is an understatement. But with help from dear friends I now call family, we found a way forward.
My fourteen-year-old daughter is obsessed with sports (especially soccer). She tells me I can be a little too honest with people. I tell her I don’t see the point of relationships that aren’t based in honesty.
Neighbors often ask me why their plants are dying (usually overwatering). My yard overflows with flowers, vegetables and herbs during the spring and summer. I read thrillers until two in the morning, even though I know I’ll regret it. As has been pointed out many times by my daughter, I have strong opinions about coffee, books, music, and movies. But you don’t have to agree with me. Just have some of your own.
I’m looking for someone who appreciates strong, independent women and won’t try to tone me down.
Some of my favorite things
Dark chocolate with sea salt
Fresh flowers
80s rock ballads (especially on vinyl)
Thick, twisty novels
Pasta tossed with veggies from my garden
A glass of bold red wine
The smell of rain on warm stone
A perfectly set table
Sand between my toes
Prompts
My real-life superpower is growing the perfect peonies.
After work, you’ll find me in my garden, creating pottery in my shed, spending time with my daughter, or hanging out with friends.
I promise I won’t judge you if you have no idea how a kiln works—I’ll show you.
All-time favorite song: “Total Eclipse of the Heart” by Bonnie Tyler.
What’s your comfort movie—and will you share the popcorn?
Mine is Amélie. It’s my go-to when I want to lose myself in a story. Yes, I’ll share the popcorn—just don’t talk during the movie. I REALLY hate that.
“I was only fourteen when we put it up,” Annie said.
“I figured.”
“We thought it was such a good idea, but not for my mom.”
“It’s a good profile.”
“Would you click on her?” Annie asked.
