Musical Memories

We don’t choose the music we love any more than we choose the color of our eyes.  We don’t find it. It finds us.  My husband has a soft spot for ‘90s country because that’s what played in the car when he was just a pair of short legs in a carseat. But then he grew into a teenager and heard Breaking Benjamin and it was like knowing a language without ever having been taught. Freedom, power, the angst of...