By the end of my second semester as music major, I was very discouraged. Although I loved music, the study of it did not come easily to me. Unless some kind of miracle occurred, I was about ready to abandon my dream of being a musician. Fortunately, an Older Woman, whose name I’ve forgotten, came into my life and provided that miracle. She was a twenty-four-year old English major and an artist, and I was a twenty-one-year-old ex-seminarian who was […]

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