I Wish We Could Talk
I miss what life was like before a difference of opinion meant division rather than discussion.

On election night, a Facebook friend (who I also know in the real world) told me to unfriend her.
Not me, specifically — her message was directed to anyone who voted for the candidate she opposed.
I obliged.
It saddened me because I don’t want to live in an echo chamber. I don’t want to interact solely with people who share all of my opinions.
I miss lively but civil discussions with people who don’t have the same points of view or life experiences.
I miss being able to freely express my opinion to those who disagree with me without fear of being attacked (an insidious form of censorship).
I miss sharing ideas and, in the process, persuading others and being persuaded myself.
I miss finding common ground and moving forward on that foundation.
I miss giving and taking time to process information, to grow and evolve in some cases, to be validated and stand firm in others.
What about you? What are you missing in these divisive times?

Here’s a little more about me:
My novel, Choices, is a story of forgiveness and reconciliation.
I’d love to connect with you! May I send a brief inspirational message every Saturday morning? Visit CreateTeachInspire.com/saturday to receive messages like these:







