I am often asked if I listen to music when I write. I don’t. I don’t play music in the classroom, either. My mother listened to a radio in the kitchen when I was growing up, and I had a record player, but I never developed a deep-seated appreciation for music like the one my husband and sons have. I don’t sing well and can’t find the beat to dance my way out of a paper bag. I have always admired musical people and recognized their talent as something I will never have. I do, however, love to play music in my car, and I sing loudly when I’m alone.
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