When I attended my first Southern funeral, I was just 7 years old. The dearly departed was a distant great-aunt whom I had seen maybe once or twice in my life—a calculated move on my parents’ part. As ...

I have another new cookbook to add to my collection. My sister just returned home from her vacation and brought me back a cookbook from Charleston, S.C. It is so unusual and funny I just had to share ...

Southerners quickly switch into hosting gear at the first sign of a wedding or a baby shower, deploying casseroles, strategizing seating charts, and polishing silverware. Funerals are no exception. In ...