HOA Ordered Me to Tear Down My Retaining Wall. So I Did

I should have.

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Over the next few weeks, Vanessa became impossible to ignore.

She attended every HOA meeting.

She organized committees.

She printed newsletters nobody asked for.

She sent emails about mailbox colors.

Mailbox colors.

We were twelve houses in rural Oregon, not a gated community in Beverly Hills.

But Vanessa approached neighborhood management like she was running for governor.