EDITORIAL
Dear friend, One of my favourite stories in our family is of my grandmother, who, having been a cook and homemaker to her farmer husband and four farmer sons for the first 20 years of married life, decided to take off the apron for a couple of hours and respond to a call-out in the paper to audition for a nearby opera company. Suddenly, her bright, soaring voice – which was only ever heard around the home or at church –was filling theatres, taking on Verdi and Puccini. During the day she’d continue her domestic caregiving, and at a night she’d embrace her inner diva, letting her whole body enter a dramatic conversation with the music. She’d come off stage enlivened and at peace, this bigger, clearer version of herself. It…