Deborah Paul

My mother insisted I know how to read music even if I couldn’t perform it, and maybe that was good enough.

First-place categories for IM stories included Medical, Business, and Sports reporting, as well as Column and Features writing.

An oral history of the funniest guy ever to call Indy home.

I needed air. I felt like my Aunt Rose, who, during bouts of heart failure, would venture out onto her condo balcony to catch her breath.

More than 100 judges from the likes of Vanity Fair, ESPN the Magazine, and The New Yorker picked the finalists.

The prospect of being confined to a vehicle worried me far less than the thought of listening to Philosophy and Intellectual History, Volume 2 for 18 hours.

If kids knew what to do, they’d be adults. It’s our job to turn them into the latter.

I assume your company has overhead, which is usually covered by revenue from consumers like me. And if enough of them have difficulty similar to mine, you should be concerned.

Are people wandering the streets muttering “I wish I had a doughnut,” and a score of doughnut shops appear? Or do the stores come first?

The convenience of pulling out a device makes it too easy to snap everything.

Given my experience and obvious affinity for Keystone at the Crossing, no one is better qualified to be mayor of the area than I.

Amid all the chatter surrounding Common Core standards—what education is essential and what is not—I hear a lot about college prep but not enough about prep for life.

Dusty knickknacks were removed from glass-fronted cabinets and plopped down on the living-room floor to await future placement. I took the opportunity to clean and discard. That’s when, after 22 years, I came upon relics stolen by Nazis in World War II.

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.

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.