How I Made Mary Mad and 6 other Listening Mistakes
July 25, 2020
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I had made the worst of all listening mistakes. “Am I making you mad?” I asked my neighbor Mary the other day. “Yes!” she said.
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11 Tips to Becoming a Good Listener
July 20, 2020
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Even though I have received an occasional compliment about being a good listener, I have floundered about aimlessly just as often. As humans, most of us are born with the skill of hearing. But not with the skill of being a good listener.
A Soggy Garden, A Strip of Old Ferns, and A Swan Artist
July 18, 2020
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The cold hand of fear twisted my gut. I know Janice won’t kill me. Well, probably not. But I didn’t want anyone in the garden, and I suspected that she was going to throw a fit if she couldn’t make $10.
How A Neurologist’s Good Listening Skills Gave Me Confidence In Dating
July 11, 2020
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I’ve been thinking a lot about listening recently. If you’ve been on the home page of my website, you’ve seen the new graphics that capture
Fun Food Talk For Your Fourth
July 4, 2020
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Want a great Fourth of July table conversation? Try fun food talk. My sister sent me a book for my birthday called Food Listography. It is filled with empty pages with titles like these.
How To Respond to Begging: One Important Posture!
July 1, 2020
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After I sat down, I saw transformation in Janice. Even though I did not have work for her and gave her no money, she began to talk to me about life. I could see in her eyes that she felt valued by me. We were now just two people sitting on a porch.