My neighbor stole 90 square feet of my yard before breakfast, then stood behind her brand-new cedar fence and smirked like I was the trespasser. She had bullied two other neighbors into silence already. But she didn’t know the ugliest mistake on that fence wasn’t where she built it — it was what she accidentally blocked.
The morning Diane Caldwell stole ninety square feet of my yard, I was wearing an old bathrobe, holding a mug of black coffee, and thinking about whether the hydrangeas along the side of my house needed pruning before the next rain. It was a Tuesday in late May, the kind of morning that makes…
