Why can’t We Disagree Without Being Disagreeable?

After my mom died, it was just me, my dad, and my uncle Richard, my mom’s

brother. My dad and my uncle loved each other, and they loved to have loud

debates where they solved all the world’s problems.

They disagreed often, sometimes the discussions were heated, but they

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62-year-old married guy, I have been writing stories for years, but never submitted or published anything. I write about my successes and failures, everything.

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Lawson Wallace

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62-year-old married guy, I have been writing stories for years, but never submitted or published anything. I write about my successes and failures, everything.

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