The Response: Where Would I Go? — Cheryl There are days when I look around my studio, which is supposed to be a sanctuary of sorts, and encounter so many representations of things I need to do and things I want to do (but who can find the time for that stuff?) that I almost […]

The Call: Precious Metal — Cheryl Mom had a yellow gold charm bracelet. I loved to open the drawer of her dresser and take the lid off of each square, white or cream-colored box to reveal necklaces, bracelets, earrings and pins. Most had been gifts from my father. I knew exactly which box contained the […]