She was an excellent teacher, and we all started to figure out why she's been so passionate about working with clay. It's so tactile and tangible. Ezra loved the motion and feel of the stuff spinning on the wheel, and the girls even got serviceable bowls out of their efforts. My result was a shapeless, sloppy lump -- it's not easy, but I guess you gotta start somewhere.
Apologies for the terrible title pun.