Something Worth Making Together

Later this year, I’ll be teaching my first workshops in puppet and mask-making — and it feels different than anything I’ve taught before.

I’ve spent much of my life as a teacher. I’ve led Sunday school classes, taught ballroom dance, helped students learn English as a second language. I’ve stood in front of whiteboards, mirrored steps, guided from the front of the room. But this time feels more tender. More exposed.

Because this isn’t just something I’ve studied or been certified in. This is something I’ve stumbled into. Fumbled through. Loved into being. Puppet-building, sculpting, fabricating masks — these are skills I’ve learned through trial, obsession, and a whole lot of glorious mistakes. No formal training. Just time, instinct, and a deep sense that this is the work I’m meant to be doing.

So teaching it now — sharing the process that has quietly shaped my creative life — feels a bit like opening a door into a room I’ve kept mostly to myself.

And still: I’m excited. Not just to teach, but to make — alongside other people. To spend a weekend with strangers who are curious enough to try, brave enough to fail, and weird enough to fall in love with something that didn’t exist two days before.

Because what I’m really hoping to build isn’t just a puppet or a mask — it’s a little pocket of community. A space where imagination is honored. Where imperfection is welcome. And where something quietly magical can be made, together, by hand.

If that resonates with you — I’d love for you to join me.

See Upcoming Workshops