My Neighbor Turned My Garden Into Her Dumpster, so I Brought Her a Gift She Will Never Forget
I’m seventy-three, retired, and in a wheelchair, and if you think that means my life got smaller, you’ve got the wrong picture. My world didn’t shrink. It just moved. It moved into the little yard out front—the strip of earth I can still shape with my own hands, the place where I can see the…