The Intervention
I was tight with the spindle roughing gouge and the skew. Cliff Greaves believed I should see other tools. What began as an intervention into my limited woodturning vocabulary became years of mentorship, sharpening lessons, stubborn declarations about bowls—and, somewhere along the way, family.
Her Turn:
I only wanted to learn how to use my dad’s lathe. I didn’t expect to find a craft that would change my life—or a community that would become family. This is the story of how a mysterious machine in my father’s workshop led me to the Chapel Hill Woodturners and my first turn at the lathe.