My father was born in Escatawpa, MS.  He was a driver and general hand for an old Italian gent in Biloxi, Ms.  As a result, he could whip up a mean spaghetti sauce, chicken fricassee, or a big pot of spicy red beans.  But his favorite food was any part of the pig,...

I recently watched the Netflix documentary “The Quilters,” about a group of inmates in prison who sew beautiful personalized quilts for orphaned children.  It reminded me of this article I wrote about a special quilt and how comforting a quilt can be. I lay under the...

My mother’s favorite piece of fried chicken was the back. Doesn’t seem that of all the juicier and more meaty pieces of chicken that she would prefer, no love, the chicken back.  Even better if the back was a bit burned on the edge. As a child I was more particular...