I am staying with my parents in Minnesota after leaving my apartment in New York City. My favorite moment so far in being here was on a Sunday night a week ago when my mom and I had drank one-too-many margaritas. I had put on the song “American Pie” by Don McClean, a favorite of mine, and in a serendipitous moment, my mom began to sing every single word to the seven-minute song. We sang and danced around our kitchen for an hour after that. It was a moment of light and joy in an otherwise dismal few weeks.