Florist’s service another reason to love city, its residents
Hi. My name is Hali and I have a confession to make. I’m addicted to shoes. It doesn’t matter what type; heels, boots, flats and sandals all find their way to my home.
Recently, I had some rare down time and decided to watch a movie.
I was still knee-high to a grasshopper in 1970 when millions of people in the United States left the comfort of their homes to loudly protest the toll that industrialization had taken on Earth.
Sunday is National Gardening Day, but for me, every day is gardening day.
The division between those who like where the city is heading and those who don’t seems to have balanced out if Tuesday’s election results are any indication.
Somewhere, up in the heavens, Ida Browder is looking down on Boulder City and smiling.
Too many government agencies act like Nevada’s public records law is optional. A new bill would change that.
If all the political signs around town weren’t enough of a reminder, here’s another. We are in the midst of an election for a mayor and two seats on the City Council.
Rain and clouds may have filled the skies above Boulder City for much of this week, but inside our office it was bright as we observed Sunshine Week.
Friday started a monthlong observance of celebrating and studying the contributions women have made on American history.
Three candidates for mayor, eight for City Council could be a bit much for some to handle. Nobody in town knows all of these people. How on Earth do you decide and make a choice that you will be happy about over the coming four years? No, I’m not going to wade into political waters and tell you who to vote for, or even who I plan to vote for. But I do want to take a shot at answering my own question: “How on Earth do you decide?”
It’s Valentine’s Day and love is in the air and all around us.
When I was growing up and trying to determine a career path, being a journalist was a noble profession. This was especially true in the wake of the Watergate scandal and for someone with the last name of Bernstein. It seemed like destiny.
In a town built on history and with deep roots to the past, sometimes something new has great appeal.