Road trips are not for the faint of heart.

They require both a healthy sense of humor and a cast-iron stomach bounded by a bevy of steely sound nerves.

Riddled anxieties, hidden phobias, bottled up desires, long held secrets, the vanity of voyeurism, the dark side of the human condition and an overall sense of creeping doom; this is noir. And along with my husband, a good oaky chard, books with inked pages and old films, well, these are a few of my favorite things.

By Margaret Evans, Editor

I don't know about the rest of you internet junkies, but early morning is my prime time for scrolling. I get up before everybody else, brew myself some coffee, settle down at my computer with a hot mug -€“ and two squares of Dove dark chocolate -€“ and start scrolling away.