1. "My run-in with hate speech at a Vikings game," by Deepinder Mayell, an attorney and director of the Advocates for Human Rights' Refugee and Immigrant Program in Minneapolis.
It was my first Minnesota Vikings game and my first NFL game. I am not new to football, though. As an undergrad at Boston College, I went to many Eagles games, and I played junior varsity football. I knew what to expect on the field. What I didn't expect was for a man to push aside other people and point his finger in my face, demanding to know if I was a refugee.
2. "I now owe my lion-slaying dentist a sincere apology," by Annie Sager.
I am an animal-loving fanatic from Bloomington. I was enraged when I found out that my dentist, Walter J. Palmer, had killed Cecil, a popular lion living in a national park in Zimbabwe, with a bow and arrow. I slammed Dr. Palmer on social media. I wanted to buy Palmer a one-way ticket back to Zimbabwe. And, because I felt so passionately about this, I actually researched the cost and was ready to pay the airfare. In short, I was part of the angry mob.
3. "Minnesota and Wisconsin: How did two peas in a pod grow apart?" by Roger Feldman, a professor at the University of Minnesota.
Lots of people are looking for political ammunition by suggesting that Wisconsin Gov. Scott Walker, a Republican, and Minnesota Gov. Mark Dayton, a Democrat, are largely responsible for the economic conditions of their states, even though each has only been in office since 2011. The story goes back farther than that.
4. "From runoff to ruin: The undoing of Minnesota's lakes," by Ron Way, a former Minnesota Pollution Control Agency official, and Steve Berg, a writer and urban design consultant.
No one can deny the mystical bond that ties Minnesota's people to its lakes. "Going to the lake" evokes sensations so vivid that they define who we are: the lapping of water, the wail of a loon, the tug of a walleye on the line, a breeze in your face, the sun on your shoulder. Memories pass from one generation to the next. And yet, we Minnesotans are in deep denial about the critical condition of our lakes and the culpability we share. We are loving our lakes to death.