Are you possessed?” Clayton Harper smiled at Leigh Truitt as she stuck her head out from under the hood of the battered ’32 Ford Coupe. Her red hair was pulled back in a ponytail wound in tight curls from the humid Atlanta summer and grease marks from the car stained her otherwise luminescent com...
As the flames lit up the night, they sang the traditional songs, Michael dramatically emphasizing the cadences with his deep baritone and hand motions. Chanukah meant laughter, song, and fried latkes — wonderful potato pancakes that Suri bought just for the occasion. It me...