Continue On Saturdays

The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week: For my mother, sweat stains on silk was a catastrophe. For me, the earth would have to crack open and a giant…

The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week: I have been taking the path between Hinkley Square and Margin Road for the last six months. At 5:30 a.m. it is mostly quiet except for the occasional little dog walker and fellow runner. I…

The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week: When Peggy Greene was nine years old she was shot in the head by her father. While the incident was declared an accident, many of the residents of Lyle County wondered every time they saw…

The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week: “Stop yanking on my arm!” screeched Alice. She pulled her tender arm across her chest and…

The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week: Working for the John Montgomery Agency was my life. When I say it was my life, I really mean it. I worked twelve hours a day, brought work home with me and always took some…

The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week: There is nothing more uncomfortable when you are driving down a deserted stretch of highway with a full bladder. Guys have it easy, they can pull over anywhere, discreetly pull it out and go. Women,…