09/14/2026
I think it is easy to get stuck in time loops. My most frequented is nestled between a creek and an air field on Miry Brook Rd. in Danbury, CT.
After my tenure in Catholic school I was shipped off to Wooster for a season of expansive learning, expression and general mischief. (My teachers tell me I was a delight.) As a frightful 8th grader I was quickly assumed into the safety of my new school and the abundant memories from this period of my life still flow with wonderful delight.
My start in floristry began as a senior in high school when I pursued my passion through an independent study my final year. After a myriad of classes obsessing over botanical forms through gesso, chicken wire, pastel, and oil ink I finally had a chance to work with the real deal! The early stages of my belief that I could run a floral studio stemmed from my teacher’s urging that I could create art for myself for as long as I dared to believe.
I graduated high school nearly 15 years ago but every now and again I have a chance to orbit back into Wooster’s radial pull and this fall is one of those cherished opportunities. As the school celebrates 100 years of storied teaching and learning I will be back on campus slinging blooms and bringing a bit of my floral touch to the festivities.
In a large part I owe my creative voice to these halls and the one of a kind teachers introduced to me along the way. The creative freedom afforded to me early on in my creative development left an enduring mark I continue to carry to this day.
I’m thankful for the lessons Wooster taught me and that even after all of my mayhem they are still willing to have me back 🌸
