05/08/2026
Some of my favorite memories with my mom look a lot like this.
Sitting around a table, hands fiddling and making, talking about everything and nothing.
She’s the one who encouraged me to create and play, who let me paint my bedroom walls on a whim, hot glue gun always at the ready, make messes, experiment, and trust my own ideas.
Long before pottery, she was shaping the way I move through the world.
And funnily enough, the table we’re sitting at here is the exact table I grew up crafting at. My parents were kind enough to let Nathan and I bring it with us when we moved into our home in Pensacola. Somehow it feels really special that years later, we’re still sitting around it making things together.
If you’re celebrating a mother or motherly figure this weekend, I hope you get a little time together. Maybe around a table, maybe over coffee, maybe with something handmade in your hands.
