I grew up blue in a little red state in a little red town. I played with the red kids. My blue parents didn’t put red parents down for believing Differently. That was great. We respected opinions and choices. Votes were our voices. We didn’t see Color— red or blue. Only people, and what's true— like a person's heart and character. Maybe— we can agree— You do you. I’ll do me.
I realize that living well is an art which can be developed. Of course, you will need the basic talents to build upon: They are a love of life and ability to take great pleasure from small offerings, and assurance that the world owes you nothing and that every gift is exactly that, a gift. That people who may differ from you in political stance, sexual persuasion, and racial inheritance can be founts of fun, and if you are lucky, they can become even convivial comrades.Maya Angelou