Though I once made “a joyful noise” in my father’s revival meetings, you can see here just how uncomfortable I’ve become with singing aloud.
If our eyes are indeed the windows to our soul, I’ve drawn opaque curtains across mine. On-stage or offstage, didn’t matter; my singing voice was locked inside.
But oh happy day, that’s all in the past. Coming very soon, my follow up to The Caged Bird Sings.