This Saturday, we will be celebrating the publication of “The Seasons of Campbell’s Creek”— a gorgeous historical anthology co-authored by my mom Julia Austin Paul, Kay Austin and Sue Hedrick Duclos.
Recently, my husband installed beautiful white bead board in our almost 30-year-old home's half bath. The pristine clean lines of the bead board seemed to emphasize the bathroom's dated imperfections. The multitude of other needed updates stuck out like a sore thumb. I've wanted to do a bathroom remodel for sometime, but if you are… Continue reading DIY Half Bath Refurbish on a #Budget
North Carolina is filled with ghost stories stemming from the shores of the Graveyard of the Atlantic down to the southern coast in Wilmington, up the Cape Fear River to the Sandhills in Fayetteville, and westward to the Blue Ridge Mountains. I've loved hearing these tales my whole life and have a collection of classic North Carolina ghost stories and legends books I cherish. My love of ghost tales started as a child while listening to old folks, cousins and friends whittle yarns of things that go bump in the night. I'm not much on horror films and gore, but I love a good old ghost story. So I decided today on Halloween 🎃, I would tell you all a few of my favorite ghost stories. Listen 👂 Here 👇👻: https://anchor.fm/jalisonpaulyahoocom/episodes/Ghost-Tales-of-North-Carolina-e6abiq
Today, I had the honor of interviewing one of my dearest friends in the world, Stephanie Starr. Stephanie is a superstar whose light shines so bright. She has overcome amazing odds and blossomed during a time of struggle. She is an amazing mother of two beautiful miracle children, a loving and devoted wife to her husband Adam, a successful and tenacious Mompreneur, a devout woman of faith and encourager, and a Multiple Sclerosis warrior and advocate. We talked about everything under the sun to include her battle with MS, infertility issues, Christian Faith, postpartum depression, and her recent entrepreneurial pursuits in the CBD industry with a local coastal North Carolina-based company, Green Compass Global. LISTEN TO OUR PODCAST INTERVIEW HERE: https://anchor.fm/jalisonpaulyahoocom/episodes/Stephanie-Starr-MS-Warrior--Woman-of-Faith--Mompreneur-e7tpdh
You see back in Fall 2018 the two planned to wed, but Hurricane Florence had other plans for North Carolina (and their special day). The day the two spent a year planning from their California home— dreaming of beautiful memories to be made with dearest friends and family back home in North Carolina— would have to be postponed. True to the couple's fifteen year partnership, commitment and independent spirit, the two fled Raleigh out of the hurricane's path to the North Carolina mountains and eloped— as not to let Florence ruin the special union between these two strong, love-filled souls.
It was no wonder after spending so much of my life beach-combing and adventuring through the marsh, surviving one storm after another only to witness the beauty of humanity and communities in the aftermath, I would feel at home in the Bahamas. Grand Bahamians are strong people. I pray now in the days after such devastation has ripped their lives apart they will continue to witness to the world their strength and faith. I know I was blessed to meet them and visit their home. I am praying for you all and those gorgeous sugary shores to return to glory.
Recently, I was invited to collaborate with Emily Adams on her fabulous and informative travel blog, The Planking Traveler.
The theme of the collaboration— 12 Unique Off The Beaten Path Destinations For Your Next Adventure.
My favorite "off the beaten path" destination instantly came to mind— The Inner Banks of the Pamlico River, North Carolina— my native Eastern North Carolina coastal home.
It has all the makings of your grandparents' Sunday dinner table— pork barbecue, fried chicken, fried shrimp and flounder, chicken and pastries, collards, lima beans, Brunswick stew, sweet tea, banana pudding, hush puppies— you get the drift.
“If someone were to ask me the scent of my father, I would say my dad smells of juniper and sawdust. My earliest memories of him are flooded with the sound of a table saw and tiny bits of wood fluttering about him like golden powder. It is a sound and smell that takes me back to the safest and simplest of times. Sea spray and the rocking motion of a center-consul, flat-bottom boat also conjure up the essence of my father. He is an old salt. The sea runs through his veins as it does mine. My mother jokes I was most likely conceived on a sailboat in the river's tide...”