Mary MacGregor

DRE: 01456869

(760) 409-8748
(760) 844-7500 (Office)


I am a California native who arrived in the Coachella Valley desert more than 20 years ago via Silicon Valley, continuing my high-tech career in Public Relations until switching to the tumultuous world of real estate 15 years ago. Because of my long history with the desert—visiting for years before moving here permanently, I've witnessed the transfomation of Palm Springs and its sister cities into an international destination for art and nature.

Modernism Week—with its homage to Palm Springs' impressive mid-century architectural roots—now boasts two discrete events that attract international attention. The Coachella and Stagecoach music festivals held on the Polo Grounds in Indio have put the east end of the desert on the map. Polo events, the West's largest dog show and the Southwest Arts Festival are also held on these verdant fields. PNB Paribas held at the superb Indian Wells Tennis Garden in March is considered the 5th Grand Slam and the players' favorite event of the year. Desert X—a biennial exhibition of site-specific outdoor art scattered throughout the valley—has already created justifiable international buzz.

As a golfer, I've played many of the Valley's 121 courses and am familiar with the dizzying array of wonderful country clubs. Let me know your desired desert lifestyle and I will match you up with the perfect community.

 I've found homes for clients throughout the Valley: from Palm Springs to my hometown of La Quinta—which offers the widest array of luxury communities.

 My creative marketing efforts toward selling properties employ both traditional and digital stragegies. Put my enthusiasm and expertise to work on your behalf!

October Update


More stats for September! 
• Home prices nationwide soared 18.1% in August.  This marks a 45-year high for residential real estate.
• Here in the Coachella Valleythe median price of a detached home (SFR) reached $585,000—a 12-month increase of 14.7%.

• Attached home (condo) prices rose 23% to $375,000. Sales in this category have been filling in the void created by a dearth of SFR listings.

• Every single Valley city shows a year-over-year change in detached homes of at least 20%. Indian Wells leads the list at 42.8%, Indio at 32.2%, and Palm Springs at 29.7%.

• As of October 1, just 883 units were listed for sale on the MLS, compared to 1,959 last year. 

• Palm Springs is selling detached homes at the highest premium over list price at 2.4%.

• Because of the paucity of sales and a ridiculously low time-on-market ratio, there is little worry from the experts about imminent price declines or pullbacks after last year's surge.

So, if you're intrigued with selling or buying, the market still beckons both ends. Let me know how I can help in the process.


A Palm Springs Travelogue Story!


I drove to Palm Springs to try out my newest movie-star tour on my husband and dog. I wanted to get out of the house and play cheerful tour-guide to escape the constant dirge of dispiriting news.


Still blazing hot outside even in September, the AC caressed Kobi, the car-loving canine, in his front-seat perch with spillover for the spouse in the back. Other drivers notice and smile.


The artery connecting the seven desert cities indulges the traveler with a cracking finish of the neck-craning San Jacinto Mountains. The towering, textured backdrop always catches my breath.  Revolving gondolas deposit awe-struck visitors on the alpine crest.


My homage to this magical city’s deep celebrity roots became Mary’s Marvelous Movie Star Tour—a curated drive through the ritzy Old Las Palmas neighborhood north of downtown. I have regaled many patient guests with my not-quite perfected chronicle of long-ago lives while meandering the loopy streets.


Although I appreciate Kirk Douglas’ front-door visibility, the Spartacus star died last year, leaving a residual ache for the gone glamour of Old Hollywood. He hosted Tracy and Hepburn during the making of the star-studded It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World, Spencer’s last film whose zany opening sequence was filmed in the nearby serpentine mountain pass.


Dinah Shore’s huge tennis estate, also unhedged for the hoi polloi, always elicits favor. Since its new owner—Leonardo DiCaprio—bridges two generations, there’s something for everyone.


My Palm Springs-bred girlfriend remembers a teenage sleepover at Elvis’s Honeymoon House before The King made the Ladera Circle address a must-see for decades of tourists. The galleon-sterned home jutting over the tiny cul-de-sac was built by Robert Alexander—creator of the swooping mid-century shapes that now define the city.


I hit pause on my tour several years ago after ferrying around a Generation Z cousin. The old-timers’ names—Liberace and Lena Horne, Gable and Lombard—would mean naught to her Brittany Spears sensibilities.


Strolling downtown Palm Canyon, she gleefully announced that she finally recognized one of the sidewalk’s embedded golden stars. Marilyn Monroe resonated. She posed prettily atop the femme fatale’s honorific.


Ms. Marilyn is herself back in town after years of city wrangling over purchasing the 26-foot-tall exuberant beauty in the iconic pose with the billowing white dress and old-lady knickers. The kitschy behemoth now bestrides a new avenue annexing the PS Art Museum to the main drag. Smart move. The LA Times’ art critic had apoplexy over her déclassé artistry. But the tourists remain smitten.


This time the curated pages of my new tour capture the Movie Colony, another celebrity conclave nestled on the far side of the main drag.


Equally heady names highlight the registries of quaint Spanish colonial homes built in the ‘30s, some accessible, others cloaked by unwelcoming walls befitting the privacy-seeking denizens.


Shoe magnet Florsheim probably wore sandals during his desert days while Jim and Tammy Faye Bakker hid out on the estate as their televangelist empire crumbled. Jessica Chastain recently complained that the oppressive eye makeup she endured to channel the always tearful Tammy caused irreparable damage.

A neighbor often regaled me with her Tammy sightings at Ross discount store during her final years in the valley.


If Eddie Cantor rings a bell, he too resided in this cozy community. Although he was wiped out financially in the 1929 crash, his upbeat songs lifted the nation’s spirits during the unrelenting Depression years.


Bob and Dolores Hope owned two modest homes here before decamping to the huge Neutra-crafted house perched high above the city. My ritual is a cheerful wave to Bob Hope and his mushroom-topped one-bedroom edifice, amazingly visible from every nook and cranny of the valley floor.


Other members of the seven Road Films called this spot home. Bing Crosby and his wife Dixie owned a corner Colonial for 30 years but never socialized with next-door neighbor Dorothy Lamour, the distaff member of the feckless film trio. No borrowed sugar or shared cocktails from the beautiful brunette.


 A short detour lets us ID the still glamorous mid-century home of ‘50s IT couple Janet Leigh and Tony Curtis. She’d just made Psycho the same year. The Uber-white home is right there to ogle and I could easily see myself moving in. Too bad the photogenic couple divorced just two years later.


 My polite passengers graciously absorb my shaky spiel as I navigate the unfamiliar roads clutching my text. Spouse thinks I should elaborate further. The terrier vigilantly watches for dog walkers he can greet vociferously. I feel myself flagging.


Then an unexpected one-way street sign forces a detour halfway through the tour and I can’t seem to get back on track. The passengers sense my quandary. The human one proposes an interim pause to regroup. I gratefully agree.


We swing through downtown, now revitalized with a luxe pool-topped seven-story hotel, very LA, and check out Marilyn’s new digs.


My sardonic pose under her nether limbs in the dragging heat seems a perfect coda to my ambitious, aborted movie-star tour. Cary Grant and Busby Berkeley will have to wait. I’ll check out the entire route later and get back to you.






Mary MacGregor

B.A. UC Santa Barbara
M.S. Ohio University
California Desert Association of Realtors
California Association of Realtors
National Association of Realtors