From the sharp vowels of the Northern Cities to the drawl of the Deep South, the nasal twang of the Upper Midwest, the ...

The ferry ride to Ocracoke Island, North Carolina, reveals something extraordinary. This remote barrier island, which is accessible only by boat and sits twenty miles off the coast, is home to the ...

One afternoon this summer, my geologist dad and I were biking around the ruins of 18th- and 19th-century mines in west Cornwall. It is not such an unusual activity in my family, my father having spent ...

Like most children of immigrants, I grew up speaking a half-and-half combination of languages. My Dad was the only immigrant in his family to become fluent in English; aside from him, I had an ...