“No! Please don’t burn that!” I screamed while my father threw my grandmother’s handmade quilt into a flaming barrel behind our house.

company. By twenty-two, I passed my real estate broker exam. For the first time in my life, I made real money and understood the intricate language of deeds, escrows, liens, and property law.

Then everything changed.

Part of my work involved reviewing county property records. One quiet Tuesday afternoon, I ran a standard foreclosure search. Out of pure continue reading …