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.

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 ...

Employ the interjection Oh at some point in the poem. Remember it can be used to capture their joy or your pain. Write a how to poem about something mundane that most people take for granted.