It’s time for my annual obsession with grits. Grits with butter, grits with bacon, cheese grits, grits with black pepper, plain grits. I had the overwhelming feeling on Monday that I had to have grits and I had to…

I dreamed about Craig Ferguson last night. He was going to my church, and my friend Laura gave him a pint of apricot brandy on which she had written, “To sire, will love,” which Craig and I both thought was pretty funny. We share…