(Top) Fabienne (right) in striped shirt on a summer boat ride in Switzerland, eating either a jambon-beurre or Cenovis sandwich. (Above) Fabienne’s christening with her parents, Dennis and Véronique.

I’ll never forget the first time I had a taste of Ethiopian spaghetti. It was a balmy, late-spring night in Chapel Hill, North Carolina, in 2011, at the now-closed restaurant Queen of Sheba. Nearing ...

If you take Maryland Route 611 south from its outset near Ocean City as it winds eight or so miles past a few small farms, a handful of developments, the regional airport, and the ...

My grandfather died this year, but you wouldn’t know it. In fact, he preferred you didn’t. Ray Harrell came up as the youngest of eight in the Cataloochee Valley in the 1930s — outrunning mountain ...

In the beginning, God created sacred spaces solely for the enjoyment of God alone, places that exceed the boundaries of human imagination and that few people have dared to trespass upon. I have seen ...

The Atlanta Braves winning the World Series the year that Henry Aaron died is a fairy tale, a jubilation for all of us throughout “Braves Country.” They lost their best player to injury in July. They ...

“Hi, this is Dolly,” said the sugary voice through the phone. My heart began to race. I wanted to blurt out, “Dolly, I’m a raging, flaming, queer because of you!” Instead, I took a deep breath and ...

We were talking about the ways we become our parents when Jericho Brown shifted from his father’s exacting standards for a well-kept yard to compassion for what his parents were going through, raising ...

Granny won me over with the government cheese. As a child, maybe 4 or 5 years old, when I’d visit her on occasional Sundays in Blue Ridge, Georgia, she’d slice me off a little treat — an orange ...

The early-summer sun was already relentless by midmorning, pinking my freckled shoulders. I dug around in my bag for sunscreen and came up empty: a rookie move for a redhead spending the afternoon in ...

Eight months after doctors cut the cancer out of my mom, four months after her second surgery, three months after she closed the women’s consignment boutique she owned for 10 years, two months before ...