A daughter learns to see her father more fully through the jokes he left behind

I left my hotel in downtown Atlanta on Saturday morning and drove to Fernbank Museum. After a night of following trays of free wine from one reception room to the next at the Society of Biblical Literature’s annual conference, I needed to decompress.

Year-End Lists!

In the years after 9/11, the tourism and insurance industries changed the face of our state, and many of the old mom-and-pop inns in central Vermont closed. We managed to inch along, keeping our tired old place open through 2004.

1 My husband jokes that I should sit in the Jacuzzi chair lift. I have on a black tank top and black underwear—I didn’t even pack a swimsuit—but it’s late on a Thursday night and no one else is in the hotel hot tub.

How a rebellious genre gained credibility from an unlikely source

What can a DNA test really tell you about who you are?

The lyric essay escapes its hermit crab shell to wander free

A step-by-step guide to returning from war, utterly changed

The unlikely connections between baby bumps and bullets