Kristin Schell
Peachy Neighbors I can always tell when my neighbor Doris is home because she leaves her white-paneled front door open. A thin, glass storm door keeps the bugs out and the cool air in. Recently, I noticed things were pretty quiet around Doris’ house. Her closed front door was the telltale sign. One morning, I wandered over to check on…
Read More
Love invites us to move outside into the neighborhood. The day the Turquoise Table went missing, my phone was flooded with texts from concerned friends. We were out of town for the Fourth of July holiday, and our neighbors knew we weren’t home to see that the table had mysteriously disappeared from our front yard. “You’ve been robbed!” “Pranksters have…
Read More
