Opinion & Columns

A collar is the canine equivalent of the wedding ring. Once a collar is purchased for a dog, there is no going back.

Carmel native Julian Batts earned a dubious 15 minutes of fame in the spring by mispronouncing “Achilles” on Wheel of Fortune—after landing on the $1 million spot. But he recovered nicely, winning $11,700 and making the national-media rounds with a good attitude. This month,  he returns to college with his perspective intact and a cushy […]

“Everyone tells me to drive as fast as I can and see if I get a ticket [on the Babyface, a.k.a. I-65], and then try to get out of it by saying the highway’s named after me. It doesn’t work that way.”

I left that condo for the last time with a lump in my throat past which I could not swallow. The permanence of the sea reminds me of the impermanence of those of us who marvel at it. This was a gift: the chance to live on the water, if not forever, at least for once in my life.

In the small towns around Indy, ice-cream stands are more than just purveyors of frozen treats—they’re touchstones, an experience of sticky fingers and bellyaches passed from generation to generation.

The invention of the tubeless tire must have been a sore disappointment to boys everywhere. Inner tubes served as our boats in the summer and our sleds in the winter.

We caught up with the director of the Regions Bank Freedom Blast before the big bang.

Martha Hoover’s middle child, a graduate of the University of Gastronomic Sciences in Italy, is readying the family biz’s next addition for a summer opening.

There’s a worry when profiling someone as universally beloved as John Green that the story will become a hagiography. The brains behind the bestselling novel The Fault in Our Stars couldn’t be as good-hearted and scandal-free as he seems, right?

I have a new semantic bone to pick: overuse of the adjective “amazing,” which now describes everything from a red-carpet gown to a robot.

WISH-TV’s Indy Style pairs up with our own editorial and art teams to see what will make the cover of our 2014 Best Restaurants issue.

I was at a doctor’s office recently, and as I sat in the waiting room, I read People, easily the worst magazine in the universe.

Grandmas enjoy a more casual relationship with their grandkids than they used to, one that I’ve been fortunate to develop myself.

There’s a satisfaction in being able to provide for yourself, something that my great-grandmother understood.

I’d like to believe I’ve always been more progressive, although had Grant not been a family member, I might not have embraced gay marriage, thinking it too liberal. But when the issue becomes personal, intolerance fades until it vanishes completely.