All good things must come to an end. As of January 1, I will be the only Realtor® under the Charleston Fine Homes umbrella. Our team has appreciated your continued support over the years, and we hope you will continue to use Chari, Yvette, and me for all your real estate needs.
-- Franne
My grandmother used to tell me a story about a little girl and boy that ate too many berries, fell asleep in the forest...like after eating turkey...and then couldn't find their way home in the dark. It wasn't meant to scare me or get me to eat less. She just wanted to entertain me as my eyes closed to take a nap.
Sorry folks, I’ve had a busy summer with two sessions of Camp Grandma, a major birthday, don’t ask, and lots of travel.
I noticed some school buses on the road this week and that can only mean one thing, it’s back to school time.
Memorial Day weekend is the official start of summer. In Charleston it means many things:
-- Franne
My late husband was Catholic and I’m Jewish. Our children were raised Catholic, but I stayed true to my roots. We went to church on almost every Sunday. I felt worshiping as a family was the most important part and G-d doesn’t care where you prayed as long as you did.
I was married for 46 years when my husband died. He still asked, "Do you love me?" Of course, I said yes. But after 46 years together was the love the same?
Happy New Year! Aren’t we happy to start a new year? Aren’t we hoping wearing masks will be a thing of the past? Well, maybe not right away but hopefully in 2022.
As you may have figured out if you regularly read these blogs, one of us is the writer. Guilty as charged. It’s me, Franne. I have always loved to write. Maybe that’s why I have no problem filling in the blanks on real estate contracts. It’s just ending or adding to a sentence someone else wrote. Of course, you need to be educated in real estate to do it, but to me it’s fun. Yes, I do love my job.
