After a long hiatus, and a request from an adoring fan- let’s be honest, “demand” is probably too strong a word- the young Jedi has...

All of my life, I have been told that people older than I are wiser than I.  Now that I am over 55, I have decided it’s time to claim a...

The day after my Dad died, I borrowed an SUV and drove nine hours- three of them through a blizzard- to be with my Mom.  When I turned...

As my college move-in date approaches, my mother keeps adding to the seemingly endless list of things I need.   The Old Man has instilled...

Want free money? Stop, stoop, and save. How picking up change makes good cents

Well, folks, I’m going to have to put my big-girl pants on in a few short weeks.  And NOT because I’ve gained weight.  I’m about to be a...

Blog.  Blog,  Blog.  And who am I supposed to be blogging for?  You.  And The Estate Preserve, of course.  As The Old Man is fond of...

Since NO ONE has taken me up on my previous gift card offers- one of the means by which I am paid, by the way…even my own siblings...

Downsizing. Decluttering. Discarding. Sooner or later we are all confronted with the fact that we have things that we no longer want...

If you’ve read any of my blogs, you know I have a shopping addiction. Consignment shops and thrift stores sing to me like the Sirens...

As I mentioned in my post, “Feeding My Addiction,” almost everything I wear comes from a thrift store. Not my underwear, of course, even...

I want nice jeans…and a top…and a Kate Spade bag…and a pair of ballet flats. But I have a problem. My want is bigger than my wallet. ...

My name is Bailey. I’m the youngest partner at The Estate Preserve, I’m 18 years old and I have an addiction: I love to spend my Dad’s...

You've spent your whole life building a collection. It started when your parents bought you that first thing and put it under the tree. ...