I started singing in the shower today. That used to be an everyday occurrence, but hasn't happened very often since I lost my first baby to miscarriage. It's a sign to me that joy is finally starting to come back into my life. It started out with me missing my old music and voice classes at college. For nostalgia's sake, I started to do lip trills, a voice exercise I used to struggle with in early college, mostly to see if I could still do it. I could! From there it went to lip trill arpeggios, all the way down the scale. Then I started singing some of the arias I learned in voice class. Success waned there, as I first forgot words, then whole sections of melodies. No matter! I was on a roll at that point and nothing could stop me. I started making up my own words and even melodies to fill in the pieces, and next thing I knew, I was closing my eyes and losing myself in song. I have always felt rather embarrassed to sing in what my family and friends call my &q