This week I shared a pie. Not a luscious lemon meringue, but a conversation pie. I walked with a friend - both of us mourning the recent passing of a mutual friend. We posed these questions: how did you meet, what did you appreciate about her, tell me about the last time you saw her, what will you miss about her. We didn't alternate slivers; one talked, the other listened. Then, we switched. Sweet solace.
