I watch my two-year-old fall off a plastic stump at the playground. I brace myself to get up from the park bench to comfort him and help...

“I don’t really get poetry.” “Poetry is hard to understand.” “Poetry doesn’t make sense to me.” “Why can’t they just say what they mean?”...

Art and beauty speak to the deep, immaterial parts of who we are. Paintings whisper into our heart. Song lyrics haunt our soul. The...