What would lead a happy Weston kid to go off exploring the bleakest parts of Africa? Meet Jared Cohen, Rhodes scholar and author. He’s on his way someplace big.
Foreign-born children add more than richness to area families; they open our hearts to other countries.
Motorcycle enthusiasts know the thrill of answering the call of the open road. Here’s your glimpse into the world that makes bikers out of businessmen and inspires novels on Zen living.
A popular incumbent. A popular challenger. This election is revving up to be the battle of the nice guys.
Did you know the original name of Wilton was Egypt? Find out other interesting facts in this historical look at the 200-year-old community that’s managed to keep its small-town charm and homespun values.
Hear the stories of the courageous local people who fought
to abolish racism and support civil rights in our towns.
From taking on Microsoft and big tobacco companies
to fighting for the rights of adopted children,
Attorney General Richard Blumenthal is a venerable
force in the Connecticut legal system.
This bitter yet funny Westport novelist enjoys a resurgence in popularity, years after his death. Figures.
When the devastating tsunami hit, Westport-based Save the Children was overwhelmed by the enormous support from local folks.
Three daring photographers throw off the comforts of their homes in Westport to bring us achingly close to the realities of war in Iraq and Afghanistan — indeed, wherever the intensity of life is bared.
Think it can’t happen here? Think again. Parents today must be vigilant warriors when their kids venture into the deep waters on-line where sexual predators lurk.
When Terilyn Esse lost her husband in the terrorist attacks on 9/11, she and her newborn son were embraced by a special group of Bridgeport schoolchildren.
When Hurricane Katrina devastated the communities of the South, residents from our area were quick to help. Some volunteers even put their lives here on hold to help.
Has success spoiled Westport’s downtown center, Main Street? Is the fabled “Golden Half-Mile” getting too glittery for its own good?