Feeling the dance of age, I join a pottery class. It isn’t until I let go of expectations that I truly begin to learn how to create (opens in new tab)

It has become less about the finished product and more about the process itselfYears ago, my son and I took a My son seemed to understand the properties of working with clay in a way that I didn’t but I still managed to cobble together some small pieces and left them to be fired, my name carved in the bottom. When I collected the glazed pieces , I laughed with the studio technician at how neat my son’s bowls were compared with my wonky ones. She suggested enrolling in a longer course but regu...