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Stories of Comfort and Beauty
An unexpected beginning in playing for the dying
I knocked timidly—I was 18 years old and new to my job as the hospital’s “Musician in residence.” No answer, but the door was half open, and I had been told to go to this room first...
Baby Grace graces me
Baby Grace was broadcasting her distress when I arrived at the neonatal intensive care unit. Her tiny body produced tiny screams. Her arms flailed in the premie-sized onesie...
Saying good-bye during coronavirus
I knew July 12, 2020 would be special—I didn’t know it would be among the most cherished days of my life. My son’s dream of attending a military academy would begin...
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