My grandmother and grandfather in 1958 I think my love of music started with my grandmother, Thelma. She was determined, headstrong, and kept a baby grand in her living room. Every visit meant an afternoon of me hammering the keys with absolutely no talent. She never made music about talent, though. It was about the love of music and that idea stayed with me. In college, when I discovered music therapy, something clicked. The pull grew louder. It finally felt like a place w

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