Folks who aren’t from the South invariably aren’t familiar with grits. When they come for a visit, they often twist their eyebrows into a John Belushi-type look after they spot them on their breakfast plate.

I have kinfolk who live somewhere up close to Canada. They’ve missed out on one of life’s lovely pleasures by judging grits without actually trying them.

It’s time that the stigma was removed from this amazing delicacy. Let’s do that. We’ll start with a definition.

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My father couldn’t pass a roasted peanut stand without stopping to buy a bag. He loved them.

Canton, Texas, has one of the largest flea markets in the world. During the late 1960s and throughout the ‘70s, my family frequented Canton. My father must have visited every peanut stand scattered throughout the grounds.

His favorite combination was a bag of hot roasted peanuts and a cup of ice cold, freshly squeezed lemonade.

His tastes were spot on. It really is a great combo.

My ...

Charlie is 7. Part Basset and part Beagle; he was placed in an animal shelter. Not once, but twice. That means he went through three different homes.

I can’t imagine.

Whoever had him first took him to the pound. Two families fostered Charlie from the shelter, but brought him back.

There are many reasons that people take in an animal and then change their mind, but to me, none of the reasons ever hold water.

If you commit to one of God’s living creatures, ...

Writers do what we do because we are unable to not do it. In spite of our efforts, most who write for a living can best be described with one word: broke.

But every now and then, a writer succeeds in such a large way that their work affects millions. They connect with an audience and make a great living doing it.

Paul Henning was such a writer. Never heard of Paul Henning? Even though he had unparalleled success, he remained in ...