And then today I thought about my mom’s reaction to the broken piano keys and realized that maybe she kept the piano; not because she loved playing, but she felt too guilty getting rid of it. Perhaps it meant more to my grandmother than it did to my mom. If the piano was so sacred to my mom, why wasn’t she more upset about the keys and the state of the finish?

Collective Grief is something that I’m thinking about. Charlie Kirk The topic has come up in light of the Charlie Kirk murder. Today, October 10, 2025, marks one month since Charlie was murdered in a tragic, senseless murder. I’ve shed many tears since that day, despite never having met the man. I enjoyed watching his […]
