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Bird by Bird

In one direction, the slate gray Ross Sea was alive with ice. In the other, the 12,000-…

Preserving the Present

As Puget Sound’s archivist, Adriana manages the college’s archives and special collections, which…

Common Ground

It was Mushawn’s idea to build the garden. He was proud of that. His fifth-grade class had…

The Cherry Trees

Two very different strangers came up to speak to Scott Higashi '91. He was taking part in two…

My Friend, the Algorithm

Even more, she was disturbed that voters on both sides had seemed convinced that only their…

All It Takes is a Handshake

The 32nd Annual �������� Sharing Knowledge Night, known to most Loggers as “ASK Night,” was in full…

All Together Now

“Please come in,” the women said. “Welcome. You’re safe now. We’ve been waiting for you.” They…

We Are Many

Mauricio Mendez ’20 was 3 years old when he first experienced otherness, being pushed to the…

Finding Home on the Field

Growing up, there weren’t many sports Erin Peterson ’00, DPT’03 didn’t try. “If it was a sport, I…

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A Life in Clothes

Madyson Willoughby ’19 hadn’t planned to become an entrepreneur right out of college, but she was…

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