This story isn’t a funeral story, not exactly, but stubborn to the death is close enough. A stubborn streak runs through my husband’s family. If he or certain of his forebearers take a stand, the crash of all the techtonic plates of the Pacific Rim won’t budge them an inch. The mother of all stubborn streaks and there’s indication the stubborness may be intensifying. I know where … Continue reading The Mother of All Stubborn Streaks