As far back as I can recall my soul has insisted that I sing. Incessantly it played a haunting melody interrupted only by the sound of the radio or someone else singing. Even then, it played on to its own divine rhythm, just a bit softer so I could hear the other melodies.
My body responds to rhythms and melodies whenever and wherever sound is sensed. “Shut up! don’t sing while you are eating,” I remember my maternal grandmother commanding me. Useless. There…


























