CrimeReads

He knew three things. Stories should never begin on airplanes. He would never go back. And he wouldn’t lower the tray table for the rest of the flight to Addis Ababa. He wasn’t one for keyboards to begin with. He’d always preferred a simple notebook and barring that, the margin of a newspaper, his handwriting something from another time, always at a slant, leaning toward a so...

My favorite designer of ready-to-wear fashion, Rachel Antonoff, has just announced her new collection… and I’m so excited. I’m a fan of her bold, whimsical prints, especially her pasta print, and her

t appeared a perfectly ordinary scene. With Christmas approaching and the trees of Hampstead losing their last leaves, a figure entered the local post office to send a batch of New Year greetings cards to Nigeria. The clerk would barely have looked up.

Weeks later, in early 1968, British diplomats in Lagos opened the package with surprise. The card was anything but ord...

Invisible Islands

In the historical writings that we have, the women and men sit and wait in their canoes, showing no sign of aggression. They watch, hands at rest, as the men on the deck of the caravel—dirty from their months of sea travel—watch them back. These women and men have been sent by their people with a purpose: See what the strangers want. See ...

I’ve always had a thing for nature. Maybe it’s because I’m a true Gen X’er and as a kid I lived outside, unattended. Maybe it’s because the beauty of the Alberta prairies has been the backdrop of my entire life. Maybe it’s simply my human bodies innate need to connect to something bigger.

So many hours of my childhood were spent outside—mostly getting up to no good, su...