He lay in a hospital bed, suffering from a disease that would eventually be his undoing. We chatted a bit, then he asked me what my favorite kind of pie was. I replied, “lemon pie.” Later his mother-in-law, a legendary cook, presented me with a lemon pie. I always felt that story was a perfect metaphor for the kind of a guy he was – kind and thoughtful even when his own pain and suffering was enormous.

Please leave a comment with your first 50 words on the topic “pie.”


Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

2 thoughts on “Pie”

  1. As a DEVOUT chocoholic, I can never get enough Chocolate Cream Pie.
    When there’s no pie likeTHAT around, you’ll find me devouring ANY
    pie containing chocolate in ANY way or amount. I’ve TRIED to
    become a REFORMED chocohlic, but I just can’t resist that scrumptuous
    flavored ANYTHING..especially pie.

  2. I can see her in that frayed red apron, the telephone cord swaying as she walked around the kitchen talking and stirring chocolate. “Lick the spoon?” she would mouth over someone chattering on the other end of the line. I always said yes. There was nothing like Grandmaw’s chocolate pie.

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