I never expected my biggest winter struggle would be snow—until my neighbor decided our driveway was the perfect dumping ground.
I’m Laura, 39, a trauma nurse, and single mom to twelve-year-old Evan. After grueling shifts, I’d come home to find a wall of snow that wasn’t ours.
That winter was brutal, but Evan and I shoveled together, laughing through frozen fingers and aching backs. Then came Mark, our neighbor with a new snowblower… who promptly piled snow from his driveway into ours every storm.
By the third time, it was obvious: he was doing it on purpose. I’d park on the street and watch Evan quietly tackle the mound—my heart breaking more than my back ever did.
