My Neighbor Called the City Over My Fence, but the Inspection Ended With Her in Tears

thought about how much energy that kind of attention must consume, and about what it would feel like to put it down.

In December, there was a knock at my back gate.

I was in the yard with Biscuit and Pepper, an afternoon in early December when the temperature had dropped enough to see your breath but not enough to make being outside unpleasant if you continue reading …