Faith Hunter

The Day After T-Day

I hope everyone’s Thanksgiving was fun, full of thanks and love and family and friends. Not everyone has family close by, so hugs for those who celebrated alone. I hope you had a good book!

Mine was breakfast at Mom’s and I am going to have wear elastic waist pants after that one. My Sis-in-law brought french toast made with french bread and nuts and some kind of syrup that the bread was soaked in before being cooked. OMGosh, it was fabulous! And we had egg casseroles and bacon and sausage (turkey-based meats) biscuits and a choice of jellies and gravy, and two homemade breads, pumpkin and apple-nut, and grits and fruit casserole and I am getting full again thinking of it all. Even better was the laughter and jokes and old stories. The sharing and the love. (hugs memories to myself)

Dinner (in the South, Dinner is the midday meal when it is a cooked meal and not a quick sandwich) was at the hubby’s parent’s. Nice, good food, lots of easy conversation. And then home to sit stuffed at the keyboard and pound out 3 pages….

Today is dad’s birthday and we will celebrate there tonight, combining the T-Day and the B-Day. And next week, I’ll shop. Not today. I’m too wimpy for the crowds!
Hugs, Y’all.
Faith
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Faith

A native of Louisiana, Faith spent her early years on the bayou and rivers, learning survival skills and the womanly arts. She liked horses, dogs, fishing and crabbing much better than girly skills. Still does. A love of history and ancient writings excite her even more, perhaps because she can trace her own family tree back to William the Conqueror's invasion of England in 1066, later to Sehoy III, an American Indian princess, and to the gens de couleur libre, the free men of color in New Orleans at the time of the War Between the States. As a girl, she fell in love with fantasy and sifi, reading five books a week, and wishing she, "could write that great stuff." Teachers in high school convinced her she could, and she's been writing ever since, with a desire to see ultimate good fight and defeat ultimate evil, and humans as part of the battle. Faith now shares her life with her Renaissance Man (Ren) and their dogs.