When I was little… I thought certain fences were some kind of designer-variety.  A Barb Dwyer Fence.
Sort of like Perfume by Chanel … or Dress by Bill Blass.

Yes.  Fences.  They are all over the place…. now aren’t they.

In this world of ours. For sure.

As described by Noah “The Word-Man” Webster…. it is a barrier, railing, or other upright structure, typically of wood or wire, enclosing an area of ground to mark a boundary, control access, or prevent escape.

To mark a boundary.  To control access.  To prevent escape.

Pretty serious business.  It sounds like the intro for a scary movie or something.

Keeping things out.  Keeping things in.    Fences, fences everywhere.  Perhaps the world would somehow be better if we didn’t have so many fences.  If there weren’t so many barriers between me, and you, and Farmer Jones, or Ms. Corporate, or Nosy Nate who lives next door.

Yet.  As bad as I make them sound, above…. sometimes… in life… we need to set boundaries.  This can be a hard one to figure out sometimes.

But the bottom line is…. there are certain occasions when we all need to protect ourselves.  There should be no fear or guilt in that.

I am never quite sure the right or wrong way to do this.. I’ll tell you that much right now.

Where the heck is that Barb Dwyer when I need her?