Its hard to believe that my days are numbered here at Flintridge Prep school. Its hard to describe how I feel let alone begin to remember all the good memories, and also all the painful times. Which brings me to who I am today.
Here are a few thoughts:
It is hard to encapsulate just one memory after 31 years. I love Prep, I love everything about it from the dedication of my colleagues to the curiosity and passion of our students.
Prep has changed since I first started in 1980. It is not the same school, it is a better school. I have loved every moment of it. Teaching Ceramics is teaching my passion, I have been fortunate to be able to teach about creativity, taking chances with ideas and offering what I care about to my students. It is my dream job for me. I will miss my students and their enthusiasm, their fresh take on everything and the fact that hanging out with them has kept me young. I suppose a favorite time for me here was the opportunity I had to go on many class trips from Yosemite to Catalina, to Cuyamaca and of course the River Kern. The senior trip to the Kern river is my favorite. I will always treasure the campfires with seniors and their pine cone ceremony reflecting on their prep experience. Or laughing one night on a faculty rafting trip as Mike Roffina, talked more than he paddled down the Kern almost falling out several times. I treasure the laughter, and the caring, the tears and the goodbyes. I treasure and appreciate with gratitude the close family that is Flintridge Prep and I will miss participating on a daily basis.









I am filled with love, hope and gratitude. I am so proud to be a witness to this uplifting change.
foothills of the San Gabriel Valley; it is surrounded on one side by the mountains that are part of the Angeles National Forest, and by the greater Los Angeles Basin on all others. This town has a quaint downtown, no stop lights, and an eclectic mix of shops and restaurants. In the center of town, there is a banner that changes weekly letting everyone know about community activities. Most of the people live here because of the location and proximity to the big city, and the fact that it feels small. I love to hike, and I spend a lot of time with my dogs in the local hills behind Sierra Madre. There is a lovely monastery/retreat site right on the edge of the town and the national forest. Wandering the perimeter of the monastery often brings me behind the buildings and onto a small ridge that gives a magnificent view of the entire Los Angeles Basin. This is a perfect place to sit, reflect and dream. One day as I was looking at the beauty of the view, it struck me, this monastery is on the edge: in the city and not in the city. At that moment it seemed like a metaphor for me, and who I am. 









