Conversations matter. I was reminded of this a few weeks ago over coffee with my husband Sam. Saturday afternoons have become our date time. Our youngest daughter Charlotte attends a local theatre program for three hours and during this time Sam and I usually go grocery shopping and run errands. But one afternoon of late, we ran out of things to do and ended up at Starbucks for a coffee.  We grabbed our drinks and headed for a table in the corner. And we began to talk.