Spark Your Dialogue with Regional Dialect
Attention to unique voices can enrich your writing
I am gullible.
When I was age nine or so, my father dug a large neatly edged rectangular hole parallel to our gravel driveway. Our family finances could now afford blacktop. He scraped and shoveled the gravel into his hole. As I watched him work, he stepped down into it and extracted a smooth oval stone and handed it…