The Broken String (2007)

“Grace Schulman’s own spirit is never grounded, no matter what kind of suffering she sees or memory revives. She is aptly named, for grace as well as faith are what we repeatedly find embodied in her poems, largely the product of a sacramental vision . . . Her faith is in the real, in what, for example, an ordinary hearth fire presents: “the blackening logs, the smell of cedar wood / are what I have of an evasive God.” -Peter Makuck, The Hudson Review.