I used to love to sing when I was a kid. It felt good to have a couple of solos with the children’s choir. Things were going well until I hit those trouble years – puberty. One day I stood in front of church preparing to sing. Holding the microphone I waited for my musical cue. When I opened my mouth an awful sound emerged. Embarrassed, I was forced to sing in a lower key just to make it through the song. Read More …