In this kind of hyperpartisan environment, it’s not surprising that someone would promote the existence of “alternative facts,” even though that idea is preposterous.

I think before The Killers, Las Vegas was widely seen as a place for older “entertainers” with antiquated charm to semi-gracefully watch their curtains close. Nobody thought of it as any kind of creative breeding ground. It’s nice to be a part of the change.

Giada De Laurentiis’ self-named restaurant in the Cromwell will be joined by her second operation, Pronto, at Caesars Palace in late January, right around the time she’ll receive her Woman of the Year award from Nevada Ballet Theatre.

Our local history is so powerful when it comes to a sense of how you attach yourself to the city. If you just take your time to learn about the culture and history here — to learn about the Jewish influence on the community, the African-American influence, the mob influence, all of this that makes up Las Vegas...

I’m an engineer who fixes pipes and pumps at a Strip hotel. I’m also a woman. Why is that still such a big deal?

A holiday with family offers hope to inmates — and reminds them of what’s waiting for them outside. For the first time in three years, 30-year-old Krisse Thompson watches her children unwrap dozens of presents. 

Looking ahead to the politics of 2018, much of the action will happen before November’s general election.

Some trendy new #fitness trends, now trending at a trendy spot near you.

The Future of the Mind, Michio Kaku - Assuming the mind has a future, this fella — who comes bearing a boatload of scientific honors and a shelf of best-selling science books — is better positioned than almost anyone to say what it is.

From street tacos to fajitas, Mexican food-loving herbivores have more fresh options. Southern Nevada’s vegan food scene isn’t the barren wasteland it was five years ago — more and more restaurants are responding to the demands of those, like me, who opt out of meat and dairy.

Yes, I can (*twitch*) totally handle (*shudder*) a whole week (ack!) of digital detox. I am, in the parlance of the kids these days, an Old. In practical terms, that means I remember a time before the internet, before we all decided that leaving each other indignant Facebook comments or fooling our friends with carefully curated vacation pictures would be our primary mode of communication.

Here now a few words from the cognitive dissident Jw Caldwell, one of the city’s most bearded, sweetly irascible, and deservedly beloved artists.