Tag: Laura’s Tale

“Damned Buttons”

The summer I was sixteen, I alternated with my Dad driving my little sister to Fargo, North Dakota.  She had qualified for the High School National Finals Rodeo.  Our 1969 Chevy half-ton was loaded with the full sized camper that housed not only the three of us, but also...

Kick It In Gear

“Alright, Kwen, it’s time to kick it into gear.” I was sitting in a booth, in Panera’s, drinking my hot chocolate. Across from me, sat a diminutive woman with brown curly hair and intense blue eyes, and she was pointing the business end of a pencil at me. I’ve...