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Even Without the Keys
Last week, my piano went in for reconditioning—and for the first time in 12 years, I found myself without it. What began as a reflection about missing my piano became something deeper: a story about my father, the lessons he left behind, and what remains even when something essential feels missing.
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Are We Supposed to Applaud?
A quiet question at a Tea Party—“Are we supposed to applaud?”—led me on a journey that reshaped how I think about music, connection, and what it means to receive.

