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Jessica Meredith popped the olive into her mouth and her mind reeled. Lisbon’s Belcanto wasn’t her first two-star Michelin experience, but it’s one she will always remember. “The olives were injected with martini juice,” she enthused. “I wasn’t expe...

Ronda Lewis thought she had beaten breast cancer. She was devastated when the disease came back, bigger and stronger than before. Almost as bad was having to share the news with her daughter Charmaine. “How do you tell your daughter something like th...

Clevelyn Crichlow has always loved a good fight. It’s a good thing too. They were commonplace when he was a student at the old Central School in the late 1940s. “Space was limited,” he said, explaining there could be as many as 50 children in a class...

The call took Timothy Durham by surprise. An old pal in New Jersey, Randy Roller, wanted his input about something so sensitive that he wouldn’t talk about it over the phone. “I go to Philadelphia and New York frequently for rest and relaxation, but ...

Some chefs are fine getting their meat and fish from a market. Chris Duperreault prefers to hunt his own. He started ten years ago, making sausages from the wild boar he would shoot near his family’s ranch in Bandera, Texas. Their razor-sharp tusks m...

Too chunky, too Jewish, too sensitive: Michael Eisen was teased endlessly by classmates. He did not get the help he needed until years later, after his “super controlling” father had a breakdown and became a life coach. It is a story he often shares ...

If you want to get Lola Hill worked up, start talking about Bermuda’s roads. She’s often irritated by the “precarious” speed of traffic. Overhanging trees and bushes in need of a trim are of particular annoyance. Even with two jobs and seven children...

As a kid, Bermuda's beaches were the highlight of Alexander Crown's visits. However, their appeal was not as strong as the New Yorker got older. “I'd bring girlfriends and friends here,” said Mr Crown who paid regular visits to his aunt, Anca Marsha...

Llantrisant, Wales, is a quiet place. Other than a couple of bars and historical landmarks there is not a whole lot to do. And that made it the perfect spot for Owain Johnston to write. He spent March there, penning two full-length plays — Right/Cro...

It was ten years ago, but Marshall Brandon still thinks longingly of the fish sandwich he had at Art Mel’s. Understandably, the details are a bit hazy for the New Yorker: he can’t recall how the meal was presented; apparently, the St Monica’s Road re...