Author Archives: Charmadawn

I’m asking. Sleepless nights are ridiculous. I can’t just lay in the bed waiting for it to happen when I can feel in my gut that sleep is far away. Stare at the ceiling? Well it’s dark so no. Count … Continue reading →

Months ago I saw a succulent wall post by #ourfauxfarmhouse and I knew I wanted one. Here is their version I knew the exact place I would put it because I had miraculously been able to grow succulents on the … Continue reading →

Today I cried. I cried a lot It seemed like every time I heard a song, I cried Every time I spoke I got a knot in my throat. I’m not sad. I’m not sad at all I cried each … Continue reading →

The saying “it takes a village” might be overused. It might be cliche’. It might be hokey. However I believe with all my heart that it’s true. My big kids don’t need me. They could raise their babies without my … Continue reading →

Months and months ago I got a call asking if I wanted a spool. A big, dirty, electrical spool that had been discarded by the side of the road. Of course I do! I had no idea what I would … Continue reading →

Today is your birthday!!! Mommy was 4 days overdue and we were all very anxiously awaiting you. We all trust in God’s plan and know that your birthday will happen when it’s supposed to happen but we were really tired … Continue reading →

What do you do when you are unsettled? Do you go shopping? Do you ask a friend to lunch? Do you want to be alone? I need to be dirty I need to be sweaty and use my muscles. I … Continue reading →

I don’t know if I’m nesting due to upcoming birth in our home. I’ve been cleaning every room and purging like nobody’s business. What do you do at night when you can’t sleep? Read? Watch TV? Toss and turn? All … Continue reading →

What exactly is real life? It’s not the pretty pictures on social media Its not the excited “good morning” as the neighbor walks by It’s not the flowery conversation on a Sunday morning in the church lobby Real life is … Continue reading →

Our old house has a basement. I’m not sure that’s what it is called because the water table in Florida doesn’t allow basements, but we have a room, with stairs that go down under the house. I call it a … Continue reading →