My volume

 October 23

Recently, I was attending a gala and chatting with some friends. Another friend came over to join us and said, "Lois, I knew I heard your voice!" Yes, I am loud. God did not gift me with an inside voice. The more engaged I become in a conversation, the louder the volume. I have a dear friend who just waves her hand in a downward motion to indicate to me that the volume is a bit high. My friends with hearing aids, however, never seem to have a problem with my volume. I like them.

I teach online, meeting synchronously on Zoom with my students. While visiting my daughter last month, I was in a Zoom meeting with my PhD students. Now, I will let you know that I do get rather excited about my subject matter. After class had ended, my daughter asked me why I yelled at my students. She informed me that she and my granddaughter could hear me in the garage. I didn't think I was yelling; I was enthused! And besides, I told her, one of my students Zooms in from Africa. I have to yell, she needs to hear me across the Atlantic!

My next class, I whispered to, but somehow, they heard me. I was amazed. Whenever I taught at the high school, other teachers and students would stand outside my door. After class, they would let me know how much they enjoyed my class. Of course, I apologized for being loud, but they didn't seem to mind learning a bit more during their time in the hallways.

I am loud. I make no apologies. Why do I have to? I am that old woman who is content in her own skin! No matter how wrinkled it is!

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