Five Things to Love about Saint Paul from Someone Who Moved Here from Somewhere Else

2015

I know this sounds ridiculous: to love the speed by which one can get across town. Big deal, right? Yes. It is. You have no idea. Prior to moving to Saint Paul in 2008, I lived in Seattle, a city with an enormous and ever-worsening traffic problem.

Why We Love Our City

2015

New York? It’s nothing. Saint Paul is more stunning. No other city can compete.

Park Two

2015

What’s this park named?” Owen asked as he clambered up wooden steps. My wife and I glanced at each other and shrugged.

A Misty Dream of Glacial Saint Paul

2015

For the past few summers, I have led geology tours around the Twin Cities for community education courses. The tours usually involve features such as caves, springs, and waterfalls.

The Spot

2015

We called it “The Spot.” You could sit and look at the sunset, watch trains crossing the Mississippi, rounding the eastern shore of Pickerel Lake.

From Somalia to Kenya, to Somalia to Minnesota

2015

I am Hamda Ahmed Essa. I am twenty-two years old, I am single, and I live in the Twin Cities. In 1991 when I was a little girl in Somalia my family and relatives had to run away from the war.

Fabel’s Shoe Store

2015

On Saturdays when I was a kid, my friends and I took the streetcar—later the bus—to downtown Saint Paul. Sometimes we went to the library, where the wise librarians knew how to help active boys find books that would hold their interest and keep them coming back for more.

From Mears Park in Spring

2015

If you are walking on the sidewalk beside a tall building and, arriving at a cluster of orange cones, look up

Miss Decides She’s Had Enough

2015

I’ve been here for ages, my power formed this land right, all curves and banks, low countryside and limestone bluffs.

Osceola, Osceola

2015

We were moving to Saint Paul after a year in Ireland, all ten of us packed into a tiny Fiat station wagon for the drive from New York to a big house on an even bigger hill set on Osceola Avenue.

Van Gogh Appears at the Café Amore

2015

No chairs fly through the air tonight, no linseed oil drips from a homemade brush, no argument ensues over process, for Gauguin does not appear,

I Only Wanted Chicken

2015

I always like to think about the fun one could have around the late 1960s. We could dance the night away. The clubs you could go to if you wanted to dress up or dress down.