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Last Day in Ireland

Last Day in Ireland

It’s my final day in Ireland. I’m writing early in the morning in a Pub/Inn called McGrory’s. I love these types of hotels that have an old pub downstairs. It makes the evenings fun when Amanda and I can put the kids to bed and then walk downstairs and have a pint or...
What would YOU do?

What would YOU do?

I associate the first 5 years of my real estate career with pain. Lots of pain. I sunk everything I had financially and mentally into making my business work because that was the sole source of our household income. I took on debt to open up a brokerage, depleted our...
Wax on, wax off

Wax on, wax off

Every night this week, from 5:30 to 8, and this weekend from 2-6pm: SOFTBALL. Amanda and I had no idea what we were signing up for when entered the all-encompassing world that is Little League. Even though it’s been hard on our schedules, I enjoy watching the girls...
Softball fail…Can I redeem myself?

Softball fail…Can I redeem myself?

Many of you commented on my story last week about trying to play catch with my daughters and how it ended in tears. Softballs are NOT soft. If a ball bounces off their glove and hits them in the face, they tend to hate you for a period of time. Because of course it...
Strength in Numbers

Strength in Numbers

I’m surprised and grateful. When attending an annual REALTOR® event, I almost choked on my food when they called out my name for the Good Neighbor Humanitarian Award. It was incredible and humbling to receive the award in front of 1,000 industry colleagues. But what...
Staying Present (Despite the Past)

Staying Present (Despite the Past)

I’m 10,000 feet in the air in a cramped plane, heading to Portland for work. I need to prep for an upcoming meeting, but my daughter Ivy dominates my thoughts. She’s eight. For the first 3 years of life, her nickname was the Night Fury. She earned that name for the...