My Neighbors Treated My Fence Like It Was Theirs Until I Finally Put a Stop to It

was quiet. The fence was clean. I went through my whole routine without once looking over and seeing something that wasn’t mine.

The attempt came that afternoon.

I heard Daniel’s voice in the yard, the kids running, the usual Saturday sounds from their side of the fence. I was on my porch reading, not watching, just present in the general way of a Saturday continue reading …