The first Christmas was a silent and holy night. I’m familiar with silent nights. Because they track me down and schedule dates on my calendar. You see, I lose my voice about once a year, unable to squeak out a single word. Laryngitis sets up residence in my vocal cords. But it’s never a good time. Five years ago, silence struck with a job interview the next day. And it happened once with three speaking events coming up, the first in only three short days. Still, I was rendered Continue Reading