From the Magazine

For 27 months, all Mr. and Mrs. J.R. Love of Polk County could do was worry about their son Crawford, a 25-year-old army private. More than 7,000 miles away, the avid hunter and fisherman had been confined in a Korean prison camp, where he watched guards beat his friends.

Brookhaven resident Melissa Cott remembers the click-click-click of her mom and her friends playing mahjong. She loved the nights when it was her mom’s turn to host and recalls sneaking out of bed to...

Ariana Grande comes to State Farm Arena, commemorate the emancipation of enslaved African-Americans at Juneteenth Atlanta Parade, and tour Glover Park and the historic Marietta Square with the Marietta Square Food Tour.

Unstoppable? Yes. But is she unbeatable? The implausible and inevitable rise of the woman who could be Atlanta mayor.

This month, the Atlanta Opera stages Verdi’s Rigoletto. To help you impress your opera-going companions, a few nuggets you can drop before the curtain rises or during intermission.

The plum tree is a small tree, about 15 feet tall. I’ve never really done anything to or for it. I didn’t know much about gardening or how to prune or fertilize a tree. My modus operandi was just to stick it in the ground, and that was it. But this little tree just grew and grew, and it has been the most incredibly bountiful tree, very quickly, bearing more fruit than anyone could ever possibly eat. Baskets and baskets of plums.

“We are giving you one chance to hear our message before we are forced to take action against you,” the letter said, vowing that he wouldn’t be arrested that night. On June 30, 2015, Vincent Stephenson sank into the front pew of the crowded sanctuary and was given a choice: keep dealing and face the full extent of the law, or accept help and leave that world behind.

Can you ever feel comfortable letting children bike solo around a city with countless hills and roaring cars, one that’s still recovering from generations of autocentric planning? Is that traditional rite-of-passage still safe? Absolutely.

As a young British chap touring Spain with his mum some years ago, Renshaw became enchanted with flamenco and bullfighting. So when he was approached about staging the tale of rapier-wielding, masked lothario Zorro, he had one caveat: “Yes. As long as it’s flamenco.”