This Sunday, November 1, at 2 a.m., the clocks fall back an hour. Officially we “gain” an hour of sleep. Unofficially, half of us will be up at 5:30 anyway, the dog will want breakfast on the old schedule, and by Tuesday it will be pitch dark at 6 p.m. and we will all be
A couple of Saturdays ago, I got scammed. Not a friend of a friend. Not somebody’s great-aunt in another state. Me. A Realtor® for 17 years, a woman who reads the fine print for a living. I was selling something on Facebook Marketplace, which I’ve done more times than I can count. The buyer paid
I will never forget the day I climbed through my mother’s apartment window to get to her. She had fallen, she had called me, and when my sister and I arrived, neither of us had a key. That moment felt like it came out of nowhere. It didn’t. The signs had been there for years.
Some version of this question comes up almost every time I sit down with a homeowner over 60. We can be talking about a sunny condo near the grandkids or a single-story with a yard small enough to mow in ten minutes, and then the voice drops: “But what’s the tax going to be?” It’s
Nobody throws a retirement party for the person who leaves a year or two early. No sheet cake. No gold watch. No speech from the boss who still mispronounces your name. One week you’re sitting in the Monday meeting, and the next you’re standing in your kitchen at 10 a.m. on a Tuesday wondering what,
Every few weeks another headline lands with the same plot. Baby Boomers are holding on to the big family homes, millennials can’t get a foot in the door, and somebody should do something about it. Fortune recently framed it as a generational showdown, complete with Boomers pouring serious money into renovations instead of listing their
You did everything right. You raised the kids in that four bedroom house, paid it off, kept the yard looking sharp for thirty years. Now it’s just you, or you and your spouse, rattling around a house built for a family twice the size. You’re ready to downsize. So you start looking at smaller places,
A client of mine, widowed after forty years of marriage, asked me last month if it was “too soon” or “too late” to start dating again. My answer: neither. There’s no clock on this. But the dating world she’s stepping back into looks nothing like the one she left, and it’s worth understanding before you
Somewhere between the funeral and the first property tax notice, you’re going to open a piece of mail addressed to your parent and realize you’re now in charge of a house. Nobody hands you an instruction manual for this. You’re grieving and you’re suddenly a homeowner (or a co-owner with three siblings you haven’t agreed
A client of mine, 67, told me she felt guilty. She’d been up past midnight scrolling listings for a one-story house with a smaller yard, and she felt like admitting she wanted less house meant she was giving up on something. I hear a version of this almost every week. Somewhere along the way, we
If you’ve ever come home from a weekend with the grandkids more tired than you thought a human could be, and also somehow lighter, happier, more you, I have some validation for you. Science just caught up to what you already knew in your bones. The Study That Backs Up What You Already Knew A
For years the story about a sharp memory in your 80s went something like this: some people just get lucky. Good genes, a fortunate draw, nothing you can do about it. If your parents forgot names in their 90s, you braced for the same. If your grandmother stayed razor sharp until she died at 95,
