How Art Became My First Language and My Way of Teaching

As long as I can remember, art has been it for me. The minute I could pick up a pen, I understood something about making marks that I could not explain yet. Art became my way to escape the world, connect with other people, build confidence, find purpose, and make sense of things that did […]
The Bergerfolk: A Family Folk Group, A Creative Legacy, and the Roots of My Art

Before I was a sculptor, before I was a teacher, before I was the woman with paint on her hands and five different unfinished ideas sitting on the table, I was a little girl in a family folk group. That is not exactly a sentence everyone gets to say. I grew up in The Bergerfolk, […]
Doowutchyalike: Rest, Recovery, and Learning to Listen to My Body

Last week, I found myself feeling unusually crazy, emotional, and just a little too close to the edge. Not movie-theater dramatic. Not “throw a drink in someone’s face” dramatic. More like, Why am I crying because someone breathed wrong in the kitchen? dramatic. “You’re in pretty good shape for the shape you are in.”— Dr. […]
Friendship Is the Best Medicine

This is where the blog began. When I was diagnosed with breast cancer in March of 2011, my life changed in ways I could not have prepared for. One day I was moving through the ordinary demands of being a wife, mother, artist, and woman with a full life. The next, my calendar was filled […]