Stealing Spoons

Wiser Energy Management

Anyone who knows me in real life might use the word “stubborn” to describe me. Or possibly even “tough.” I have a dear friend with whom I went to a writing workshop, out on the Oregon Coast one spring. He still refers to the walk we took next to the ocean as the “Cutter Death March.” I might possibly have been a tiny bit stubborn when it came to walking in sustained back-breaking winds next to the water. Maybe.