Short stories or chapters may be a more accurate term for these writings, but we still refer to them as The Newsletters.

By 1997 my pottery business was five years old. I sold my work by participating in art festivals and I had developed a loyal clientele. Every year I would see the same customers and I began to consider those customers as friends. In 1998 when, in a five month span, I moved from Colorado to Arkansas and lost my husband to pancreatic cancer, I was unable and unprepared to participate in upcoming art shows. I felt I had to inform my friends. I had to let them know that my life was very sad and difficult at the time, but I would be back. I would make pottery again and I would see them again. I no longer have a copy of that first letter but I can still remember the sense of responsibility I felt. Through my art, I had become a part of my customer's lives and I believed I owed them an explanation for my absence. In 1999, when I was reunited with my high school sweetheart Billy Minter, I thought well, I need to let my friends know my life is better. That was the 2000 letter. We hope you enjoy the story.