I only lived in Reno for four years, but in many ways it is where I “grew up.” How much more tragedy can my little college town handle?
A young girl and her mother are dead in what police are calling a double murder-suicide at the hand of the woman’s ex-boyfriend.
Early Monday at the gay bar, a place known for making friends quickly was transformed into a site where a dear one was lost. About 5:30 a.m., a man walked in and shot Wells dead.
I took two semesters of a book arts class in college and absolutely fell in love with the art. I learned to set type, mix ink and print on a traditional letter press. I hand carved my own lino cuts to print images, made paper and even bound my own book. And believe me, nothing makes you more appreciative of computers than dropping 20 lines of size 10 type you just set with tweezers.
Two stories from a series of coverage on a crosswalk crash that left one young girl dead and two others severely injured.
“She’s been crying every day, asking for her sissy to come home.”
