I think it was Robert Frost who wrote, “Art doesn’t end pain. It elevates it.” The poetry of her words captured our hearts that day. Even the youngest children in the audience knew we were ...

My writing process has changed. I learned to surrender to the pain and even befriend it. When I write a poem about my grief, I often open a sealed bag that holds Kenny’s unwashed basketball jersey.

the 53-year-old goes home to read books and write poetry. "Whenever I feel depressed or anguished from pressure at work and life and cannot find ways to alleviate the pain, I pick up a book ...