Even after 5pm, life lingers on the streets in a soft hum in North York, Toronto. I’m used to roads settling into silence like the afternoon dust in our old suburban neighborhood. But here in Canada’s largest city, evenings have a liveliness of their own and I love it. People remain chatting in the Starbucks…
In this quietly unsettling psychological thriller, Margaret Atwood blurs the line between sanity and lunacy—and, above all, challenges the assumption that the two are mutually exclusive. You are challenged, starting immediately, to cast your lot with the word of one or the other: the convicted murderess, Grace Marks, or the legal articles, crime reports, and…
white chocolate mocha: this is from Starbucks. Not an Atlanta-specific thing, so maybe not the best one to start off with, but this is what started me off in the morning, and it tasted extra special because of the Atlanta air, and when I think of waking up in Atlanta and walking down the avenue before…