You know that Progressive Insurance commercial that humorously depicts a “Parent-Life Coach” advising young homeowners on how to avoid turning into their parents? When the coach corrects homeowners to not chime in on strangers’ conversations, it made me realize, I’ve totally become my mother. (But I’m OK with it, because my mom was awesome.)
Another year is coming to an end… which always makes me reflect on all the things that occurred in the past 12 months.
First off, let me wish you all a very Happy Thanksgiving. I hope it’s filled with some of my favorite F-words…family, friends, fun, food and football.
Well, how did that happen? Another month has gone by and I have found another reason not to write the AI column I keep going on about. Next month. By then I’ll have better concrete examples of how I’ve been using it.
There are many organizations that provide assistance to veterans and civilians alike, and they are located all around the state.
In 1990, Texas Republican gubernatorial candidate Clayton Williams was leading his Democrat opponent in the polls by a comfortable 20-point margin — until he stuck his Texas-sized boot in his mouth by likening rape to bad weather.
Tap out a few hundred words on some local mobster, and I can expect several phone calls — at least one of them life-threatening.
On Feb. 6, U.S. Rep. Donna Edwards spoke at an annual dinner of the Washington Press Club Foundation. The speech, intended to be humorous, fell flat, or so some journalists say. That kind of performance normally gets a line or two in the article about these occasions.
When you have to intentionally and misleadingly misname a legislative or public policy initiative to make it more palatable to the citizenry, you just know it’s a bad idea. Case in point: the horribly misnamed Affordable Care Act, aka Obamacare.
When the news of Shirley Temple’s death came through last week, my mind went first to one of the least-remembered episodes of her career. In 1967, she ran for the U.S. House.
Sip a cup of coffee in any cafe from Searchlight to Jackpot, and before you ask the waitress for a refill you’re likely to hear something about conservative politics in Nevada.
Since I began working as the Boulder City coordinator of the Nevada Community Prevention Coalition in July of 2013, I’ve been taking a closer, or maybe, more serious look at kids and parents in Boulder City.
I have met many people since my arrival in Boulder City. Each has shared something special with me, but none of their tales has been as poignant as the one I heard Monday. And it was told to me without a single spoken word.
After an almost four-year saga, the part of Boulder City code that allowed dog owners to have their dogs off-leash in public as long as they were under verbal control practically (though not officially) goes away as of Dec. 4.
Getting the old Bullock Field Navy Hangar onto the National Registry of Historic Places has been on the radar of the Boulder City Historic Preservation Commission for about a year and a half and earlier this month, the city council agreed.
Earlier this year, the city council voted to reverse a planning commission decision. It was not of note because no one in the ranks of city staff could remember such a reversal ever having happened in the time they worked for the city.
You know that Progressive Insurance commercial that humorously depicts a “Parent-Life Coach” advising young homeowners on how to avoid turning into their parents? When the coach corrects homeowners to not chime in on strangers’ conversations, it made me realize, I’ve totally become my mother. (But I’m OK with it, because my mom was awesome.)
