Whenever prompted, I provided my new address, followed by a forceful pronunciation of ATT-LANT-TAH. I said it this way to the movers, the insurance agent, and the post office until I heard my friend Lisa, an Atlantan herself, say, “Ahlannuh,” in one-and-a-half syllables. We were catching up over drinks at a sandwich shop called Victory. … Continue reading “Big Talk” by Mari de Armas