Nneka M. Okona

Holiday recipes allow us to look back and see our ancestors standing in the gap.

One writer on the importance of the historical travel guide and feeling freedom behind the wheel.

As a Southerner born and bred in Georgia, I know all too well the assumptions that most hold about this region of our country.

Part of the Leisure Issue of The Highlight, our home for ambitious stories that explain our world.

Across a murky pond, under scattered sunlight, stood The Parthenon—at least Nashville’s version of it.

When loved ones pass on, how does our relationship to foods they loved and cooked change?

Most Black travelers in America know the Green Book, a travel guide published from 1937 to 1966, by name and by heart.

Phyllis Johnson, owner of specialty coffee company BD Imports since 1999, has a long memory when it comes to drinking coffee and relishing its aroma wafting up from a mug.

Korean food in Atlanta and Nigerian food in Chicago.

A family photograph — one with me cheesing harder than I ever have, wearing a frilly, powder blue dress and surrounded by my sisters and my parents — is the only tangible memory I have of the time I dined at the bygone Sylvia’s Restaurant in Atlanta.

Spending time outdoors doesn’t have to be predictable — sure, Georgia has a number of stunning hikes and waterfalls, but some of the state’s star attractions fall outside your typical day trip adventure.

During these quiet, still days of hunkering down at home versus traveling, fumbling through my pantry is like taking an adventure through the past.

Days after my 32nd birthday, I sat hunched over my computer typing feverishly into oblivion as the sky darkened outside.

My first reactions when the realities of the pandemic set in mid March was not to flounder or panic.

For many travelers, beginning to understand a new place hinges on how they gather information, whether visiting museums, talking to locals, or taking a walking tour to quickly take in all the must-see sights.