What Else?


What Else? These are the words that my husband Tom likes to tack on towards the end of a conversation. My son and I noticed how often he says it and we started teasing him about it. Then this Christmas, my son made the phrase into a coffee-cup Christmas gift for his father.

But really those two words are quite endearing. Tom, in the kindest way, likes to extend conversations—in person or on the phone, by politely asking, “What else?” He wants to hear more—your ideas, your issues, concerns, and even the ordinary things that fill your mind. He doesn’t want to leave anyone without an opportunity to share their stories. 





I’ve never really been a “What else?” kind of person. I tend to keep conversations to the point, and not take extra time. But what have I missed, by not asking, “What else?” In an age of quick responses and instant messages, I’ve missed the opportunities to linger longer and learn more.


In a year like we just had, there are probably lots of concerns that deserve a listening ear. There are stories that could be told that would inspire, if only I’d ask “What else?” Tom isn't worried about taking too much time for a conversation, and he rarely misses the opportunity to connect. I think people know he listens too.




Maybe I found my New Year's Resolution—attempt to go slower and listen more.


Your stories, insights, concerns, and even the ordinary things on your mind are worthy of the time it takes to share them.


So, I hope to be more like Tom, and kindly ask, “What else?”


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