If you’ve read my blog for any length of time, you know that I am passionate about opera. I met my husband in 1976 and took him to his first opera on our second date – a bit of a risk, I know, but he was curious and I was only too happy to satisfy his curiosity. To my way of thinking, the only thing riskier would be to risk spending the rest of my life with someone who did not share that passion or, worse still, belittled it. We have been sharing that passion for 41 years.
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Opera has always been a major part of and influence on my life since my earliest recollections. But, where did it all begin for me? I get asked that question a lot, and I usually just say, “It’s in my DNA.” But the truth is, there is a story behind that casual response, and it’s the story of my family.