Five years ago, my family found a treasure tucked away on a winding country road on the edges of Cumberland County, North Carolina not far from our home in Fayetteville. A sacred place where we would find contentment, quiet moments of togetherness and joyful, sugar-filled hikes along green pastures and wooded trails. Five years ago,… Continue reading Contentment Found at Gillis Hill Farm
Tag: Alison Paul Klakowicz
Read to Children
Some of my fondest childhood memories are those snuggled up to my mother while she read bedtime stories to my brother and me. The simplicity and sanctitude of those memories are like tiny perfect pearls all strung together in a perfect circle of life. Now that I am a mother, I carry on this nighttime… Continue reading Read to Children
Thank You, Fayetteville, North Carolina
Ten years ago, I left a cozy boho, beach life in Wilmington, North Carolina and moved two hours west to Fayetteville, North Carolina. I was newly engaged to marry my Green Beret beau— bordering on life as a soon-to-be Army wife. As most native North Carolinians, I had some bias and underestimated visions of what… Continue reading Thank You, Fayetteville, North Carolina
Self-Doubt is Just the Worst!
Self-Doubt is a cancer that feeds on your every insecurity. Even when things are going well in your life, self-doubt creeps up your spine through your organs, into your neck and right into your brain. It spreads and spreads— and before you know it, you talk yourself out of everything you wish to accomplish. But,… Continue reading Self-Doubt is Just the Worst!
New Year’s Eve Past
It dawned on me earlier that 30 plus years ago on this very day, I was spending the night with my grandparents— who were affectionately known as MaMa and PaPa. My parents thought they deserved some time to themselves on New Year's Eve. Mom would drive us to our grandparents home a hop, skip and… Continue reading New Year’s Eve Past
Chasing Dreams
My blog— Hodge Podge (which shares the same name and stuffing as my podcast) will focus on my life as a military spouse living in my native home of North Carolina while raising a wild and lovable boy (age seven as of last week). It will include my pursuits as a creative writer; soon-to-be children's book author (Mommy's Big, Red Monster Truck coming to stores and internet downloads very soon); artisan and entrepreneur; podcaster (as aforementioned); novice traveler; historian wannabe; and lover of life and people. The above makes me sound a bit pretentious, doesn't it? A bit of an over-achiever and dreamer? I am hardly these things. Well, maybe the dreamer part is accurate. But truly, I am not a perfectionist. Nor am I some astute artsy farts snob. And definitely not a super right-wing "Hooah!" Army wife and Southern Belle. I am just who I am. A chick raised on the beautiful coast of North Carolina who loves her home state and all its precious treasures and LOVES to talk about them. A beach loving, independent, wild and unsaddled woman who by-accident became an Army wife; left her beach lifestyle for Fort Bragg (which was TERRIFYING), and most-surprisingly to her have grown quite affectionate of this life we've made here in Fayetteville despite the challenges of being a milspouse (and being landlocked of course).

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