After I lost the use of my fingers, my rock-climbing career seemed over. But not the adventure. I had to get back in touch — with a new sense of self, and a new sense of purpose.
America is generally what Dr. Therese Rando, in her book, Grief, Death and Dying, terms a “death denying” society (as opposed to “death accepting” or “death-defying” societies).
If you paid any attention to the Nevada Legislature this year — the policy part, not the part about the weird woman with all the guns who thinks cancer is a fungus — you heard a fair amount about the need to finally improve education so that Nevada’s youth will be prepared for the exciting jobs of tomorrow.
Omens, writers and stars — one man's behind-the-scenes memories of Siegfried and Roy’s animated Father of the Pride Omens don’t beg for attention in Las Vegas. Everyone’s on the lookout for them.
It started like it does for dads from the Midwest, Boy Scouts from Texas and newlyweds from the Bronx: with a hike up Angels Landing, that predictably obvious, narrow fin of orange rock so tantalizingly cast out from Scout Lookout, a benign place to sit and watch, to lunch, beyond that other squiggly, curious haven, yes, Walter’s Wiggles, there in the mind-numbing center of the universe you and I call Zion Canyon.
How can we better promote our city around the world? By launching
a collective Twitter account for all Las Vegans
Last December, in a stroke of marketing genius, the tourism bureau in Sweden tried something new. Instead of using their Twitter account to link to press releases about lobster fests and the Stockholm furniture fair, they decided to hand the account’s reins over to a new Swede every week.
News item: A church official’s recent admission to stealing parish funds to fuel his gambling addiction makes one wonder if there weren’t warning signs.
Brothers and sisters, some among you may have heard whispers within our community of certain questionable financial matters at this parish.
When we arrived from Cali, Colombia to live in Green Valley in 2001, my older son, Jesse, was only 4, and Dylan was due in seven months. Our life in schools was just beginning.
I wasn’t missing Las Vegas when I climbed aboard the red and gold trolley chugging up Powell Street. (There was just room for three, so my sister, my mother and I squeezed on board among two dozen other passengers.
From towering peaks and deep canyons to seasonal waterfalls and wild burros, Red Rock National Conservation Area is a premier destination for outdoor enthusiasts. Hikers have found some of the best rock scrambling hikes in the country here.
What happens when an outdoor girl dates in the indoor world? A whole new kind of adventure The desert just wants to be loved The conversation died. My date made a brave attempt to fill the silence.
I know things are tough, Vegas, and I know that most of the resolutions you made a couple of months ago have gone out the window. I know you took a long hard look in the mirror, told yourself it was going to be different, it was time to make a change, you really meant it this time, and now you're pretty much back to doing what you've always done.
