Essay

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.

I’m getting to know my dad again through movies and music. Two tickets, please

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.

Impressions from 10 years of wandering Zion.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.

Love a great bargain? Are you stealthy? Can you run fast? These meal deals are for you! Listen: The dining deals described in the preceding pages have been amazing. Truly.

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.

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.