None like Mine

“Here we go. Breathe. Prepare. Brace yourself”, and with that I enter. Instantly every part of my being is overwhelmed. Between the laughter and yelling, I am left to wonder how so many loved ones could cram into this humble space? The air is electrified with the...

The Memories a Home Holds

On a warm spring day, the water of the lake sparkles like billions of tiny diamonds. The trees are tall and thick with big green leaves. And you can often hear birds sing as they pluck juicy blueberries from the bushes on the bank in my backyard. It’s the little...

The Gift of Perfect Pruning and Otherworldly Oreos

“Hoe ziet uw huis eigenlijk uit?” asked my five-year-old cousin. I was visiting family in België, as I have done every year since I was born. It had not occurred to me that he would not know what my home was like. He was fascinated with America, with visions of Oreo...

The Soul of Home

I had my first taste of the real estate industry when we put our house up for sale to move cross-country. I was ten. My brother and I dropped our toys, first onto the carpet of the playroom in shock, and then later into collapsible cardboard boxes, to be sealed away...

Home is Where the Soul Is

Many people consider home to “be where the heart is”. I believe home is where the soul is. Soul food to be more specific. Now, don’t get me wrong, I have a strong African American Culture with some delicious fried chicken, collard greens and corn bread cooking family...