What’s Your Story?

When all is said and done. And it’s time for us to go. These writings will be a beautiful reminder of who we are, A life beautifully expressed and lived…. In writing. charina.writes If you are a writer, chances are – you know what I’ll be talking about (be sure to read the underlined, I…

Finding My Circle

The past few days have been quiet for me, literally. I have been racking my brains and tugging at my heart hoping I’ll come up with something to write about. But then, my writing is not all about made up stories or forcing myself to come up with some “feel good moments” or “I don’t…

Genuinely Authentic

How do you define authenticity? You all, I am sitting in my favorite spot right now (top floor stairwell), being intentional in my writing. Do you all think there is power in being genuinely authentic? I’m talking about not being afraid to show our vulnerabilities, weaknesses, how deeply we love, how limited our knowledge of…

How Much Is Enough?

Nine days ago marked my 10th year working as a housekeeper. Eleven years actually – if we count my first year working as a temporary. If you would’ve asked me 11 years ago if I knew that I would last this long here, my answer would probably be a no. When I started working as…

Just A David Amongst The Goliaths

While looking at my Instagram feed last night, I was slapped with the truth. I’m just a David finding my way in a field full of Goliaths. This is how I find myself amongst a group of known and published authors. My inner self, asked me. Charina, are you sure about this? An unknown writer,…

What’s in a Boots?

Last July 4, we went to Meredith College for Parent’s Day at the Governor’s School that my daughter is participating in. We were invited to attend one of her class (Memoir) and to say that I fell in love was an understatement! There, we were asked to write a story from suggested topics like: Weird…

The Journey Changes You

I started this post July 6 of this year. Then I started two more and quit. So now, I have three drafts that are waiting to get done. Some days, I would sit and try to write but then I would end up staring at the screen and feel like…dead inside – well not really, …