Dear Margo Wildman,

A funny thing happened to me recently. It happened like this: I dropped off my kids at school, and then I biked up the street to our local bakery to buy a loaf of bread where, waiting in line, I heard a song come on the radio. Damn, I thought, this song is a bop . This is a real jam. What is this? I pulled out my phone, and it told me that I was listening to Midnight Sun by Zara Larsson. I put my…