“My parents encouraged any kind of creativity,” Morgan says. “That’s what my sisters and I just did.” In the mid-1970s, the family moved to a rural Maryland farm. Morgan, 14, was miserable, dealing with the culture shock of adapting to country life after Georgetown. “I was horrified,” she says. She was unhappy enough that her mother arranged for her to take pottery lessons from an elderly woman down the road who sold her pots in the back of a gas station and kept her pottery wheel in the kitchen.
At 15, Morgan got an unlikely opportunity to work deeply on her craft. She had made plans to hike with friends in the White Mountains (with her parents’ full permission) and took a hitchhiking detour to Truro, where the kids were arrested for a minor infraction. She spent a night in the Provincetown jail. “I was kind of wild,” Morgan says. “This is the other side of having parents who give you the freedom to create and think outside the box. The down side is they gave me too much freedom.”