An excellent dinner with my son was made better by a man we may never see again. And my son understands better today why his mother and I enjoy engaging with people we’ve never met.
No, I’m not moving back to West Virginia, though that thought does cross my mind more often than some might imagine. I’m referring to my roots in the real estate industry.
The process of passing an idea through this medium of writing changes its direction. This is not the same post I started writing last night when I quickly jotted down the premise.
The excuses I make for not writing are much simpler than the fear of divulging my deepest, darkest secrets. There are many excuses, but the one that has stood in my way more often than others is this: “I don’t need to say this. It has already been said.”
We’re now seven or eight years into this “social media” thing, and the conversations around it are still the same. I bit on a tweet this morning from Laura Monroe, even though I tend to follow a simple rule popularized by Gahlord Dewald – “I stopped reading anything with a question in the headline.” In general, this […]
I awoke to three new friend requests on Facebook this morning. One request was from a REALTOR® I have never heard of or met, a second from a guy who is friends with 11 real estate related people I know in Phoenix, but I have no clue who he is, none, and his Facebook page […]