For a long time, I have realized that I don’t see most things as black or white. Either everything in life is gray or I am a wishy-washy person.
That’s me. If someone presents a good argument on why the sky is green, I will nod my head and think yeh, that makes sense. To them, my nodding head might indicate agreement, to me it just means I could see where people can think that.
A few weeks ago, when I was talking with my Texas daughter, whom I haven’t seen since February, our conversation trailed down an unusual path. Conversations between people in the COVID world of staying home and having little to do can get pretty unusual, I have found.
My daughter is one of the people who got me interested in listening to podcasts, so I asked her what she is listening to currently. She wanted to…
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