Joy Gess VT Real Estate at Coldwell Banker Islands Realty

07/06/2026

Such a great event! If you can volunteer and enjoy the “magic of TKT”
Have been a volunteer for years please reach out if you are interested in volunteering. There are events and programs year round!

Fishing for volunteers! 🎣

We're looking for volunteers to help us out at our annual Lobster Bake and Silent Auction fundraiser! Roles include event set up, kitchen support, and dinner hosts. If you are available on August 1st, visit the link below to sign up for a shift!
https://www.signupgenius.com/go/10C0A45AFAE2AAAF5C52-59214234-2026 #/
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Have something you'd like to donate and put towards the silent auction? Email Olivia at [email protected] or call 802-372-5863.
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Interested in attending the Lobster Bake? Visit the link below to purchase your dinner ticket!
https://www.takumta.org/lobster-bake/

04/13/2026

An inspiring weekend with Moms and Caregivers.

04/09/2026

01/15/2026

https://www.keepingcurrentmatters.com/2026/01/14/the-1-regret-sellers-have-when-they-dont-use-an-agent/?utm_medium=email&_hsenc=p2ANqtz-8swzi4fFL3-gg55AV4CGbEx3zkZlXGQRZqvh_QuKPiwDtA3w9C_lJJb9pQvEY8ABKfGt4Gd9RlfeCp9Ljp3F2h0juzWA&_hsmi=398504631&utm_content=398504631&utm_source=hs_email

Want to know the #1 thing homeowners regret when they sell without an agent? It’s that they didn’t price their house correctly for their current market.

01/03/2026

As a Real estate Agent and recent Coop buyer I read this and cannot stop laughing. From NYT Metropolitan Diary.
Dear Diary:
When I lived in Park Slope over 20 years ago, I once had to call an ambulance because of a sudden, violent case of food poisoning.
Two paramedics, a man and a woman, entered our third-floor walk-up with a portable chair. Strapping me in, the male medic quickly inserted an IV line into my arm.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see his partner circling around and admiring the apartment.
“Nice place you’ve got here,” she said. “Do you own it?”
“Yeah,” I muttered, all but unconscious.
Once I was in the ambulance, she returned to her line of inquiry.
“Do you mind me asking how much you paid for your apartment?”
“$155,000,” I croaked.
“Wow! You must have bought during the recession.”
“Yeah,” I said.
They dropped me off at Methodist Hospital, where I was tended to by a nurse as I struggled to stay lucid.
At some point, the same medic poked her head into the room with one last question:
“You wouldn’t be wanting to sell any time soon, would you?”