A Realtor’s Less Obvious Joys
The petite, muddy handprints of raccoons splayed over the outdoor cushions, reminding me there must have been quite a (wildlife) party last night.
Lessons from Fairyland: Rapunzel
Removing the only means of egress to a teen’s bedroom is the sort of move guaranteed to ruin a parent-child relationship.
The Lost Cat
“Oh, yeah. I know that kitty. She comes and gets snacks from me in the morning…”
Lessons from Fairyland: Cinderella
Whenever families blend, there are major adjustments to be made…
What’s the Worst Thing That Could Happen?
it’s when you step outside of that comfort zone that you feel most alive!
Cynthia Cummins
“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…