WITH little cash in his pocket and an extra large suitcase filled with newly tailored nurse uniforms, Dr. Rhigel Jay Tan, 22, left the country in 1994 to try his luck in the US.

The highly contested concept plan to build as many as 5,000 homes near Red Rock is one step closer to reality, by there are still legal battles ahead.

With five months remaining until the new UNLV School of Medicine officially welcomes its first class, the university has offered admission to 40 prospective students – half of them women. That shouldn’t come as a surprise, given that women make up nearly half of Nevada’s population. But it’s an anomaly in a state that ranks near the bottom nationally in terms of physician gender diversity.

On Saturday, Feb. 25, at 2 p.m., the Grace Hudson Museum will host a talk by historian Dr. William J. Bauer Jr., a member of the Wailacki and Concow tribes of the Round Valley Indian Reservation, based on his recently released book, “California Through Native Eyes: Reclaiming History.” A book signing and reception will follow. The event is free with museum admission.

HARI SREENIVASAN: Deep in Nevada’s Mojave Desert — 100 miles from the Las Vegas strip — the rocks provide glimpses into the lives of Native Americans who inhabited this area for thousands of years. Hundreds of their petroglyphs, or etchings, are carved on the rocks in this area, now known as Gold Butte.

The story begins almost 250 million years ago, with the ocean and geology and gypsum. It starts with the Red Rock Canyon National Conservation Area under an ancient sea, at a time when what is now Utah marked the continent’s coastal boundary.

The words “true love” often conjure up images of romantic scenes in Hollywood movies, but a California-based neurologist argues long-lasting love is a multilayered process and that falling out of love is a normal part of it.

Romance is in the air, where the wireless signal travels on the 2.4-gigahertz UHF radio band, where OKCupid algorithmically hunts, where virtual sex sort of happens, where love is both as clunky and apparitional in the post-reality era as truth. The cynics among us once rolled our eyes at the commercialization of love in the Valentine’s Day aisle of Walgreens. Today, the expression reaches beyond scheduled chocolates and roses and bounces through satisfying/not satisfying interweb encounters that leave us wondering what is real. Alexa, what is romance? Tinder, is this love? Facebook, should I change my relationship status?