Several years ago I remember visiting my Great Aunt Nancy in her hometown of Jeffersonville, Ind. I always cherished those moments because the six-hour drive between us made it difficult to see each other once or twice a year, and her gentle southern...

Nobody wants to be a hipster. These days, it's the biggest insult. It means something bad. Something very, very bad. But what, I have only some idea. It has something to do with irony, superfluous scarves, tight jeans and indie music - whatever that means...