I’ve always thought of my hands as my favorite body part, the most reliable tools through which to express myself Drawing, painting, centering a mound of slippery clay on the potter’s wheel, carving the clay when it had dried to leather hard. Tossing the clay scraps back into water and kneading them back into pliable…

I used to be fearless down to my core I would move toward what scared me so I wouldn’t be scared anymore. I used to be fearless training on the mat attacking my sensei, quick as a cat. Thrown away into a joist-shuddering fall, I’d bounce back to my feet like a super ball. I…