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

about that bed sheet, the deliberateness of it, the way it was clipped firmly and spread evenly like someone had stood back to assess the geometry, got under my skin in a way I couldn’t quite name or shake.

Let me back up.

I’ve lived in this house long enough to understand the particular intimacy of close-built neighborhoods. The houses in my area are continue reading …