Piano Archive

  • The Green Room Piano

    Growing up in the Olson household, playing the piano was just something you did-kinda like breathing or eating.   There were four of us-two older sisters, then me (four years later), and then my brother, the caboose (six years later).   When I was a […]

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  • Sunday Takes a Mallet to My Head

    Usually a very confident person, I avoided their eyes, smiled at their foreheads, and slunk behind the piano. The chorister introduced two visitors and announced that we would be singing a welcome song. I didn't hear her, as my thoughts were too focused on my failure. "Sister," she said sweetly, "we're singing a Welcome Song."

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