Sometimes, instead of yelling she would carve. She had had a book on whittling since she was eleven, but it never came off the shelf. So one day, in a fury, she picked it up randomly and hurled it across the room in anger. After looking at it laying against the wall looking pathetic, she picked it back up.
That's how she dealt with all her feelings; she carved them in wood. But not in stone because feelings change.