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Welcome to MargeauLand – Where You Don't Have to Live in the Neighborhood to Be Part of the Community
MargeauLand is more than just a website—it’s a gathering place for community, connection, and support. Whether you're looking for local businesses in Bowie, MD, community resources, or hidden gems across Prince George’s County, you’ll find them all here.We believe in the power of shopping local, uplifting small businesses, and celebrating the people who make our neighborhoods thrive. Whether you’re a longtime resident or new to the area, MargeauLand is your go-to source for discovering local shops, services, and stories that matter.
What You'll Find in MargeauLand
• Spotlight on Local Businesses – Discover amazing small businesses, from cozy coffee shops to unique boutiques, all in Bowie and beyond.
• Community Features & Stories – Get inspired by the people making a difference in our neighborhoods.
• Insider Tips & Recommendations – Find the best places to eat, shop, and explore, handpicked for locals, by locals.
Why MargeauLand?
Because community is bigger than a zip code! MargeauLand was built on the belief that you don’t have to live in a neighborhood to be part of it. Here, everyone is welcome.
Looking for even more local connections? Beyond the Neighborhood, my community newsletter, brings these stories to life—because we’re all neighbors at heart. Join us as we highlight the heart and soul of Bowie, Prince George’s County and beyond. Whether you’re looking to support small businesses, find local events, or just connect with your community, you’re in the right place.
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Some Days, I Wish I Wasn’t a Realtor
Some Days, I Wish I Wasn’t a Realtor
Not because I don’t love the work—but because it’s so much more than anyone realizes.
I don’t have formal degrees in any of this. But unofficially? I’ve earned credentials in:
Psychology. Social Work. Divorce Mediation. Grief Counseling. Family Therapy. Job Coaching. Snake Avoidance. Wild Animal Trapping (raccoons and squirrels). Pet Care. House Cleaning. Horticulture. Interior Design. Spiritual Therapy. You name it.
I’ve had:
A couple kick everyone out of the settlement room and beat each other bloody.
A woman so overwhelmed at closing, she forgot the address of her new home and drove in circles for two hours before calling me to ask where she lived.
A client who split her lip open at settlement from sheer joy.
A dog-walker who brought ten dogs to closing—and yes, I babysat every single one.
A little girl who wrote and sang me a song in a language I still don’t understand. I memorized it syllable by syllable, and I don’t care what it means—she wrote it for me.
And then there was the woman who brought a gun to settlement (we didn’t know it at the time), broke down crying, and was comforted by the big brother she hadn’t spoken to in years.
They still send me birthday cards and holiday wishes.
They still remember I love ice cream.
I don’t always want to be a Realtor.
But how could I not love these unforgettable people?
And by extension, this old, zany world of real estate?
Some Days, I Wish I Wasn’t a Realtor
Some Days, I Wish I Wasn’t a Realtor
Not because I don’t love the work—but because it’s so much more than anyone realizes.
I don’t have formal degrees in any of this. But unofficially? I’ve earned credentials in:
Psychology. Social Work. Divorce Mediation. Grief Counseling. Family Therapy. Job Coaching. Snake Avoidance. Wild Animal Trapping (raccoons and squirrels). Pet Care. House Cleaning. Horticulture. Interior Design. Spiritual Therapy. You name it.
I’ve had:
A couple kick everyone out of the settlement room and beat each other bloody.
A woman so overwhelmed at closing, she forgot the address of her new home and drove in circles for two hours before calling me to ask where she lived.
A client who split her lip open at settlement from sheer joy.
A dog-walker who brought ten dogs to closing—and yes, I babysat every single one.
A little girl who wrote and sang me a song in a language I still don’t understand. I memorized it syllable by syllable, and I don’t care what it means—she wrote it for me.
And then there was the woman who brought a gun to settlement (we didn’t know it at the time), broke down crying, and was comforted by the big brother she hadn’t spoken to in years.
They still send me birthday cards and holiday wishes.
They still remember I love ice cream.
I don’t always want to be a Realtor.
But how could I not love these unforgettable people?
And by extension, this old, zany world of real estate?
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Some Days, I Wish I Wasn’t a Realtor
Some Days, I Wish I Wasn’t a Realtor
Not because I don’t love the work—but because it’s so much more than anyone realizes.
I don’t have formal degrees in any of this. But unofficially? I’ve earned credentials in:
Psychology. Social Work. Divorce Mediation. Grief Counseling. Family Therapy. Job Coaching. Snake Avoidance. Wild Animal Trapping (raccoons and squirrels). Pet Care. House Cleaning. Horticulture. Interior Design. Spiritual Therapy. You name it.
I’ve had:
A couple kick everyone out of the settlement room and beat each other bloody.
A woman so overwhelmed at closing, she forgot the address of her new home and drove in circles for two hours before calling me to ask where she lived.
A client who split her lip open at settlement from sheer joy.
A dog-walker who brought ten dogs to closing—and yes, I babysat every single one.
A little girl who wrote and sang me a song in a language I still don’t understand. I memorized it syllable by syllable, and I don’t care what it means—she wrote it for me.
And then there was the woman who brought a gun to settlement (we didn’t know it at the time), broke down crying, and was comforted by the big brother she hadn’t spoken to in years.
They still send me birthday cards and holiday wishes.
They still remember I love ice cream.
I don’t always want to be a Realtor.
But how could I not love these unforgettable people?
And by extension, this old, zany world of real estate?
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