Commentary
As I write, my 14-year-old son is in the next room playing “Blackbird” by The Beatles on guitar. His teenage voice cracks a little, and he fumbles through some parts, but he is learning how to use his fingers and his voice in a way that beckons out from his soul a new depth that comes with adolescence. It’s a sweet little backdrop as I write this; perhaps my readers can keep this backdrop in mind as they read on.