Remission is not a cure.

Survivorship is all the rage.

Why we fight ...

I was 11 years old the first time I sat down at a piano and asked my mother, "Where do you put your fingers?" She showed me a simple five-note scale with both hands and, almost instinctively, I repeated it with precision. The next words out of her mouth were, "You're getting lessons." At that point, I knew music would always somehow be a...