Circle City

Through the muddy fields and bare-tree forests of Central Indiana, the foxhounds scamper. The older animals, their black and brown spots faded to white, lead the pack with a spring in their step, their noses twitching. All of them have gone through months of training for outings like today’s.

With the first season of Good Bones under their tool belts, HGTV’s new reno queens have constructed an audience of 13 million and given Fountain Square its star turn. Can the hosts build on the buzz? Stay tuned.

“If I get a visceral response from something, then I keep it.”

At least 15 critical mistakes led directly to Tyson’s conviction.

A guide to the lovably offbeat date—and an alternative if reservations are all booked up.

Indiana Ghost Walks and Tours Scary-good excursions that blend history and haunts. Lace up your tennis shoes and get ready to take a spooky hike. These paranormal tours take place all around the city—Westfield, Noblesville, and the Chatham Arch neighborhood, among others. You’ll trek some one-and-a-half miles while learning about local lore and ghostly sightings. […]

“In 1960, a woman could not get a credit card, a bank loan, or own property in her name. We are not going back.”

Forget New Year’s resolutions. Steal this author’s twist instead.

Karen wanted a flowy skirt because her husband likes to twirl her when they dance.

“We are merely human beings. Not brands, not robots, not influencers. Just people.”

In her new book, Chasing Slow, Hoosier lifestyle blogger Erin Loechner puts her online celebrity in perspective.

Chronic congestion? More like a mild case of the sniffles.

The growing campus offers a smart selection of cultural attractions for the public. Here’s a crash course.

Almost everyone in Indianapolis should be familiar with Russell’s work, even if they didn’t realize it. The large cutout people with the words “we,” “us,” and “all” at the corner of Michigan Street and Mass Ave. is one of the best examples of Russell’s public art.

Most lifelong Indianapolis residents over the age of 40 still light up like a twinkling star at the mention of L.S. Ayres’s Christmas windows.