A “third space.” Every community has them. Barbershops, churches, coffee shops, VFW’s, local parks. Gathering places that aren’t home, aren’t work, but welcome you in to come together and socialize. In Rock Hall, the Old Oars Inn Bar and Restaurant on Main Street was...
Summer in the Chesapeake means blue crabs. Steamed in Old Bay with a glug of cheap beer thrown in to add flavor, a mountain of crabs piled high on a picnic table gladdens the hearts of all Marylanders. But steamed crabs don’t come cheap—and the earlier in the summer...
Every spring, as the weather begins to warm in March, a long-awaited resident returns to the Chesapeake—the osprey. Locals are always on watch for the first arrivals back to our tributaries after their migration south, and for the pairing-off, nesting, and the chicks...
Author Cheryl Cox, with family Written by Cheryl Cox, a client (and friend!) of Courtney’s, and new resident on the Shore. Thank you, Cheryl! A pandemic is certainly nothing that any of us anticipated or even imagined would enter our lives in March of...
It’s that time of year again on the Mid-Shore — when we experience the phenomenon lovingly known as the “Eastern Shore traffic jam.” But unlike city gridlock, this one isn’t caused by rush hour, but by a combine or tractor making its way from one field to another at a...
I believe in the power of professionalism. But a recent trip to Europe with my husband really brought home the ways expertise and skill can transform an experience. Unlike many of our peers, who are harnessing the DIY power of the internet to plan their trips,...
Buying a home on Maryland’s Eastern Shore isn’t so different from fishing — sometimes the best catches come when you least expect them. From sailfish in Costa Rica to a dream farm in Kent County, I’ve seen firsthand how trusting the right guide leads to unforgettable results. Here’s why working with a local expert matters when it comes to finding your perfect home.
More seasoned realtors may struggle to recall their first listing, but for me, it feels like yesterday. The hazy, Eastern-Shore-humid afternoon climbing towards triple digit temperatures . . . The feel of the soil giving way as I plunged my first-ever ‘For Sale’ sign...
My husband grew up in a Maryland town that didn’t have a main street. The first time I visited I was really confused. Where is the post office? A dry cleaner? Barber shop? A hardware store? Ice cream shop??!!! I thought about that when I sold...
When people visit me for the first time, the first thing they ask is, why are so many houses for sale around here? Then they lean in and whisper, ‘what’s wrong with the neighborhood?’ It’s not just my neighborhood, Prospect Bay. There’s lots of houses for sale...
There’s something about the word home that our men and women in the military understand better than the rest of us ever could. The people who sacrifice the most for our safety often miss out on the simple comforts we all enjoy every day. That’s why my husband and I...
Remember the days before cable TV when all you had was an antenna on the roof or maybe bunny ears on the TV in your bedroom? Some of you have no idea what I’m talking about and others are shaking their heads in agreement. Either way, it seems hard to imagine a time...