Flow
In my teens and early 20s, I spent a lot of time onstage. From school choir, class plays and drama club, I transitioned into community theater productions for a few years, then had a brief career delivering singing telegrams – which is a hybrid of exotic dancing and camp theater, so it totally counts. After I got married, I still enjoyed a few theater roles and karaoke for a while, but sometime in my early 30s, I developed crippling stage fright. It was right around the same time I began an extramarital affair, so the Freudian analysis is an easy one, though only in retrospect. I literally lost my voice when I stopped speaking the truth. Poetic rhapsodies aside, the point is that I haven’t been onstage in a long time. And I thought maybe that was okay, maybe that part of my life was simply relegated to the past. But over the past year or so, I have found myself missing music more and more. Stacy really fueled my ache to sing again by calling me songbird and appearing in a...