ABSTRACT

When was the last enlivening conversation you had? Answers will vary, but we can only hope that the question makes sense. For rare as they may often be, good conversations can bring us to life. Dear friends of mine, parents of six, learned to block off an hour each morning for themselves, allowing each to read before breakfast what they might later share with one another. “Quiet time,” they called it, out of which  sometimes  came conversation, though never forced.