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My Neighbor Has a Chainsaw

What I learned when I knocked on the front door of the house around the corner

Photo: Karrin Murphy/EyeEm/Getty Images

TThis is a story about how I met my neighbor. It happened on a Sunday in 2011. I had just bought the home of my dreams; an old house with hard wood floors in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada.




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Jessica Zeek Krebsbach

Jessica Zeek Krebsbach

I write about marriage, motherhood, existence, nature, and other invisible things. Visit me on Read more on

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