I started my woodworking career in my dad's basement. The basement was a place of good smells, quiet concentration and often, Garth Brooks on the CD player. I'd perch on a stool and watch as he worked on Christmas ornaments, cribbage boards and my favorite, pen turning. We'd watch Richard Raffan turn blocks of wood into ribbons of shaving as he made bowls on our trusty VCR. It was an easy way to bond and communicate.
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Now, as a mother of two, woodworking gives me room to stretch, think and move beyond the lives of my children. And maybe someday pass it on to them.