How I Lost Music to Grief

(Or, How I Found My Back in the Freezer Aisle)

I can write a shit ton of stories about how my parents’ divorce sucked. I think all, or nearly all, kids of divorced parents can.

But there are good ones too.

Like long car rides with my dad.

Whether he was picking my sister and me up for the weekend or driving us from his place in Fitchburg to his parents’ house near the Cape, there was always music. Loud…