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My Top 10 Fall Foods

Now that fall is actually here…

Hawk's Happenings

Yes, I know that Fall—or Autumn, as some prefer to call it—is still a few weeks away, but that doesn’t mean I’m not already there in spirit. I’m already planning my fall wardrobe, picking up new fall décor items, and yes, thinking about all the yummy fall treats. Here is my list of the 10 foods that just scream “Fall Is Here!”

  1. Gingerbread.

With lots of whipped cream. I like gingerbread year-round, but a tasty square of gingerbread on a fall night is just a slice of heaven.

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2. Apple cider.

Hot or cold, it doesn’t matter to me. From the very first sip of tangy, spicy apple goodness, I’m carried back to October evenings at our church’s Halloween parties and square dances.

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3. Apple butter.

Like a lot of the other foods on this list, apple butter is available here year-round. Still, in my mind (and on my tongue)…

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Alphabet Interview With Kyrie Carter

One of my author friends posted this on Facebook for one of her characters, and I figured why not? Just for fun, here is a little introduction to Kyrie Carter, the main character in my paranormal mystery series as we gear up for the Booktrope release of “The Newbie” and “School Spirits.”

A- Age: 26
B- Biggest Fear: That’s a tough one…thunderstorms, heights, being trapped in a room with an evil spirit…Styrofoam wig heads.
C- Current Time: 9:11 AM
D- Drink you last had: Coffee with gingerbread creamer—my guilty pleasure this time of year.
E- Easiest Person to Talk to: My best friend JoEllyn for girl things, Aunt Julia for deeper issues.
F- Favorite Song: Hmm, anything by Barry Manilow, but I really like Copa Cabana.
G- Ghosts, are they real: That would be a big YES!
H- Hometown: Franklindale, PA
I- In love with: Spook Steele
J- Jealous Of: JoEllyn. I would kill for her curves!
K- Killed Someone? In my head maybe. In real life, no.
L- Last time you cried?: Last night
M- Middle Name: Skye
N- Number of Siblings: 3 older brothers 
O- One Wish: Just one? I wish I could afford a Victorian house of my own. 
P- Person who you last called: Spook, of course.
Q- Question you’re always asked: Why did your parents name you Kyrie?
R- Reason to smile: I love my job.
S- Song last sang: Meet Me Halfway by Kenny Loggins
T- Time you woke up: 6:00 AM
U- Underwear Color: Um…I am not answering that.
V- Vacation Destination: I’m not really a vacationer, but I’d like to go somewhere with lots of Victorian houses (yes, I’m obsessed).
W- Worst Habit: Doubting myself.
X- X-Rays you’ve had: Only at the dentist.
Y- Your favorite food: Cherry cheesecake
Z- Zodiac Sign:
Pisces

When God talks like an abusive boyfriend

Definitely thought-provoking.

Sarahbeth Caplin

God AbuseA friend who writes a blog about being an atheist in the Bible Belt recently posted this on Facebook:

I have never heard more hatred spoken toward being human than I have heard in the lyrics of Christian music. The negativity is overpowering.

I have noticed this, too, but never mentioned it to anyone, thinking the real problem was me for “not getting it” or being too prideful. But the more I think about it, is it really necessary for the Christian to dwell on how depraved she is in order to praise how good God is? Isn’t God good just for the sake of being…God?

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The Last of the Granny Witches

This is sheer awesomeness. I love the language and what it says.

Appalachian Ink ~ Home of Anna Wess (and Granny)

We are a peculiar breed. Our roots grow deeper than the cedars, and yet we don’t know precisely where or who it is that we grew from. We are a mystery as old as these hills themselves, and it doesn’t take much figuring to know that we are enigmas of intentional design and destiny.

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God knows our names.

We are not Northerners — damn Yankees, the men folks’ Confederate influence called them — and this we know without a doubt. I myself was always preened into believing I was a Southern child, born out of notions of gallantry and romance, but the fact is, I ain’t a low country belle and I’ve never picked a shred of cotton or been to a debutante ball.

We are not peaches.

And these mountain women before us were not delicate flowers or distressed coquettes. In these old heirloom hills, the women are…

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