Dulce Torres the Real-uh-Tor

I love my community, I actively seek to find joy in what I do and I have an unabashed passion for service. However, those things aren't simply the makings of a good real estate agent. They're also the heart and soul of any good salesperson worth her salt. (And I am nothing if not *ahem* salty.)

I was originally licensed as a Real Estate Agent in Texas way back in the Year of Our Lord 2002 BC (before Corona). Since then, I've added licenses for Mortgage Origination, Life & Health policies, Property & Casualty insurance to the old CV. The unifying factor in my career has always been about service and sales.

For the many people who are thinking about a career in Real Estate, welcome! I love what I do and I couldn't say enough good things about the folks I work with. Here in the 13 North Texas counties that make up DFW, or as it is more widely known, "Dallas", the housing market is bustling with middle and upper income folks upgrading their homestead in these the times of record Super Low Interest Rates.

People are really talking about Texas these days! (And no, not just because we're a modern day plague hot-spot.) So I decided that I wanted to BE a part of the conversation. Ownership of Real Estate has historically been a legacy wealth generator for American families ever since the first colonizer set foot on land that was not his and claimed it for King/Queen and Country.

Here's the rub: I want to help the underserved. Those who may not immediately qualify for those aforementioned SUPER LOW INTEREST RATES on a home purchase because of their credit. Or their income. Or their job history. Or their immigration status. Or any one of thousand ways that circumstance and poverty and crime and social disparity work to exempt them from the American Dream. I want to educate my community on the importance of homeownership and how they can empower themselves by buying first a home and then an investment property. And then another and another.

Here's the kicker: YOU are probably one of the underserved. I know, I know. You make good money. You have a degree or two. Car is nearly paid off. Lights are on and the fridge is stocked with White Claw. But did you know that underserved communities here in Texas once included entire neighborhoods that were redlined just due to their proximity to "undesirable areas"? That meant that even if you weren't Black or Latino, just poor enough to live near "their" neighborhoods, then you could have been denied for a home loan based upon nothing more than your proximity to poverty?

The effects of racist and segregationist real estate practices live on today. We can see it in the way shameful food deserts persist amidst one of the most thriving economies in our state. We can experience it by taking a short drive south of 635 or even Interstate 30 if you dare. I live just south of I-30 by the way. My neighborhood is on this asshole-ish list of Top 10 Worst Areas in Dallas. And yet the house and all 3000+ sf of it is also wildly overvalued and overtaxed. Guess my hood is just going through some growing pains. Look out Bishop Arts.

I'm Dulce Torres. And it's pronounced real-turr or real-tor.