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I don’t think I have ever been more aware of the consistency of my own heart rate. With every burning breath it abruptly accelerates...

St. Olaf Sentiments

The first week of college is a bit like the first day of preschool. You say goodbye to your parents, and that’s a little...

St. Olaf Sentiments: March 18, 2016

You only live once in a college dorm. Only once will you pack up your home and be dumped in an unfamiliar building with...

Walking to Mass

First, the sun: the long pink pit of the sky's mouth. The snow-capped peaks of Division Street businesses are grey cutouts of the virgin gold sky. Lights and...

Larla Schnutter and the Mystery of the Cage Cookie

It isn’t easy walking the walking paths of St. Olaf, knowing what I know. That there are things many of us don’t understand –...