Since it's that Christmas time of year...

I wrote my BookSA blog post on a gift: Music messes with our minds. It lifts our moods, joins us in sorrow, expresses what we fear to utter out loud. A song transports us back to a memory, a person, a moment. I can't sing 'We Three Kings,' without recalling the small Christian Brother, a professor at my university, opening his mouth in the dimly lit chapel, releasing a booming baritone. Who knew such a quiet man could transform himself into an awe inspiring magi? My mother wished for her children the gift of music. She required one year of...