In her new memoir, When You Lie About Your Age, the Terrorists Win: Reflections on Looking in the Mirror, stand-up comedian Carol Leifer recounts her experiences growing up with a father who told ...

Lily P. Lee is my mother. Like the sun in the daytime and the moon at nighttime, she is always there. My mother. For the first time in my life, I now sit and think about who she is. She was born in ...

The memory is as vivid as if it had happened yesterday. We were getting ready for dinner when the phone rang one hot day in the summer of 2012. My husband picked up the phone, and I heard his dad’s ...

A few weeks ago, I participated in a “Care-a-Thon” for the AFLAC Cancer and Blood Disorders Center of Children’s Healthcare of Atlanta. For 25 years, my flagship radio station, WSB Radio in Atlanta, ...

In reflection 75 he writes about the importance of happy places other than home and work, the third place – cafes, pubs, markets, etc. – where people meet to socialise and where everyone is welcome, ...

For many of us, the story of our love of football begins with our fathers. If we're blessed enough, our grandfathers played a role, too. On this Father's Day, I wanted to look back and honor my father ...

Ten years ago, I was going through a rough patch in my life. One day, I met an old man at a coffee shop. Whenever someone asked him how he was doing, he’d always say, “It’s the best day of my life.” ...

Author and historian Herman ‘Skip’ Mason Jr. has appeared in the AJC and preserved it. The Rev. Dr. Herman “Skip” Mason Jr. is an author, historian and proud native Atlantan who first appeared in the ...

The dusty streets of Udaipur, India, pulsed with life as dawn broke over the city. Women balanced water buckets and bundles of wood on their heads, moving with graceful resolve through the crowds.

My life has unfolded in ways that I could not possibly have predicted. I moved across the country to California, away from everyone and everything I knew, apart from my cat who came with me. I found ...

The dusty streets of Udaipur, India, pulsed with life as dawn broke over the city. Women balanced water buckets and bundles of wood on their heads, moving with graceful resolve through the crowds.