Love is Deaf
My voice is not known for its melodic sweetness. In fact, I was tone deaf as a child. This disturbed my family greatly, since my grandmother's beautifully modulated voice was famous for its clarity and sweetness. Everyone in my family sang. All the time. We sang in the car, in the shower, during dinner, whenever a song would strike us. In a misguided effort to fix my tone deafness and help me develop an "ear", my parents had me take violin lessons. Six years later, I was still tone deaf and they owned stock in Bayer aspirin. I was also loud, a combination that did not endear me to my music teachers or my friends. When a college roommate overheard a boy compliment my singing voice, she exclaimed, "Jeez, love must be deaf as well as blind." Once, in my salad days, I tried out for a musical play. When I called my parents after the audition, they were very concerned. "She went to an audition, today," my mother repeated the news to my father. "Uh-huh,&