A quick pottery class changed everything and reminded me how much I loved clay. What started as a small creative escape quickly grew into one of my happiest places — the kind of place that brings back a feeling I didn’t even realize I had been missing. This is Olafo (Hagar the Horrible), a little ceramic hero I made when I was about 11 or 12 — proudly saved by my dad, who’s a bit of a hoarder in the best way. I thought clay was just a childhood phase… and here I am, many year