Amanda Heckert

As you hold the redesigned Indianapolis Monthly in your hands this month, you can clearly see change is afoot—and I couldn’t be more thrilled.

When you live in close quarters, you may have no more between you and your neighbors than some drywall.

More than 15 years after I last put on a marching band uniform, I still find it impossible not to tap my toes when a drumline starts up.

Our adventure reminded me that the best discoveries are found when life moves a little slower than 70 miles per hour.

Eating right and feeling full aren’t mutually exclusive at these nutritious lunch spots.

My friends called me “Grace” in high school, and I’ll go ahead and clarify that the nickname was ironic.

Here’s how to get fresh, local protein, straight to your doorstep.

Three options for bringing the lush produce chefs use at local restaurants home to your kitchen

I seem to like John Mellencamp more than native Hoosiers do—or at least have a much less complicated relationship with him.

Almost every notable restaurant in town has one thing in common these days: a reliance on Hoosier farmers.

Indiana adopted “The Crossroads of America” as its motto in 1937, and I’m happy to report the phrase still applies—at least if my loved ones have anything to do with it.

What has truly changed since Indiana and same-sex marriage united last June? Nothing—and everything.

There’s something about running along the Canal that makes me want to give everyone I see a big thumbs-up.

Who can blame the TV late-night legend and native Hoosier for sticking around longer than he intended? It’s hard to say goodbye to family.

These days, it seems, a restaurant opening has become reason enough to visit parts of the city outside of our natural circles.