The Music in My Heart
Photo: My dad playing guitar, sitting next to my brother. That’s me on the right. My father is a singer-songwriter. When I was little, he toured with a songwriters’ group I have since forgotten the name of. Folk singers, I think. Well, it was the ’70s, so that’s a good guess. Back then, we lived in a two-story, concrete block house with wooden floors and walls, and an iron-railed balcony perched atop the downstairs porch. Mom never would let us…