At 220 Merrie Way, the kitchen is alive with movement: the rhythmic chop of herbs, the soft clink of utensils, and the golden light catching polished marble countertops. The space feels like a stage for creativity, where cooking isn’t a chore but a craft. It’s the kind of kitchen that inspires experimentation, where every appliance is ready to turn an everyday dinner into a culinary experience.

At 9010 Memorial Drive, the focus shifts from preparation to connection. The scullery kitchen quietly handles the behind-the-scenes bustle, leaving the central space open for laughter and conversation. It’s easy to imagine a Sunday NFL watch party unfolding here—no clutter in sight, just good food, good company, and the sound of shared excitement echoing from the next room.

Meanwhile, at 2307 River Oaks Boulevard, hosting feels effortless. The honeycomb-style wine cellar becomes the centerpiece for an evening of tasting and conversation, as friends gather to compare vintages and toast to the good life. The atmosphere is refined yet relaxed, proving that the right home doesn’t just hold your memories—it elevates them.

For my family, the heart of our home feels most like 354 Piney Point Road, where the kitchen invites everyone in. It’s where stories are told between stirring sauces and setting the table, where the line between cooking and connecting disappears. If one meal defines our home, it’s Sunday dinner—the weekly pause where I step out of my office, the kids come out of their rooms, and we find our
rhythm again over a shared meal. I can almost smell the rich aroma of salmon sizzling in lemon and herbs just thinking about it.

As routines fill up again this fall, it’s worth asking: what meal defines your home? Maybe it’s the quiet morning coffee ritual, the lively weeknight dinners that stretch into laughter, or the grand holiday feasts that fill every seat at the table. Whatever it is, the right home doesn’t just make room for these moment—it brings them to life.

Let me help you find the right home.

Until next time,
Dee Dee Guggenheim Howes