What is the sassiest of sweet treats?
It’s serious business out in the real estate wilderness.
“He makes his home where the living is best.”
See how the worry lines in her mate’s brow have etched deep like streams swollen with spring runoff?
Let’s play “Can you find all 43 cats in the house?”
“A home. Not a house.”
As a kid I couldn’t even sell Girl Scout cookies. Fast forward to 1987 when – on a whim after being “let go” from my PR job at GAP/Banana Republic – I got my California real estate license. I’ve been a top agent in San Francisco ever since. Not because of my sales acumen but because I learned that residential real estate is about sanctuary, not sales. More…
Partner, McGuire Real Estate
“HOME IS THE NICEST WORD THERE IS.”