Paul Croarkin paces in a conference room as he presents a slideshow. It showcases his latest research on depression. A psychiatrist, he works at the Mayo Clinic, a hospital in Rochester, Minn. And he’s excited. It’s the first time he’s described his research to the hospital’s newest advisory board.

When Harry S. Truman enlisted in the army in World War I, he was struck by the number of men deemed unfit for service due to poor health. “He felt it was a reflection of inadequate health care for parts of the population,” says Randy Sowell, an archivist at the Harry S. Truman Presidential Library and Museum.

The annual boat tie-up party near Big Island on Lake Minnetonka had been a success: A threatening rainstorm proved short-lived, the temperature peaked at 85, people ate and drank, no one drowned. For most of the day, revelers hopped from boat to boat or jumped in the shoulder-high water. There were kids, grandparents, and lots of recent grads from Orono and Mound Westonka high schools.

Gabbi Hruska was tired of being the only fat girl in yoga class. She’d either attract all the teacher’s attention, including the judgmental up-and-down-the-body stare, or she’d feel completely ignored. So when she opened her coffee shop in St. Paul’s North End neighborhood, she made sure the space was big enough to hold a yoga class.

Just days after a routine knee operation, Meg Jones was rushed into a second, emergency surgery for hospital-­acquired MRSA (methicillin-resistant Staphylococcus aureus), a type of staph bacteria. (photo credit: ASU)

It was a regular June day in Northeast Minneapolis when the woman I was having tea with interrupted herself. Sure enough, a pair of 20-something women on East Hennepin were carrying a tiny, fluffy raccoon. While my friend exclaimed over the undeniable cuteness, my brain struggled to integrate the words raccoon and pet.

Karmel Square is a hub of the Somali community here, a colorful, cheerfully noisy hodgepodge of vendors and restaurants unofficially known as the Somali Mall. Amira Adawe stops by often to buy tea and chat in Somali with friends and relatives wearing hijabs and flowing, floor-length skirts. They greet her with smiles and hugs, and she calls them “auntie.” Her visits are more than social, however. The public health advocate scans market shelves for skin lightening creams that may contain harmful toxins — tubes and jars sold under names such as Fair & Lovely, Prime White, and Miss Beauty 7 Days White.

Days after the authorities in Minnesota announced that no one would be criminally charged in the 2016 overdose death of Prince, his next of kin are suing an Illinois hospital that treated the singer for an opioid overdose the week before his fatal incident, according to a suit filed on Monday. Prince’s family, under the name of a trustee, Michael A.

When her child was 7, Pam decided to have a conversation with the family’s pediatrician. Her daughter, Andrea, who loves softball, dance, Pokémon GO, and hanging out with friends, had just started seeing a therapist as a first step in transitioning genders. “I knew that my child would benefit from seeing a doctor who had experience working with gender health,” Pam says.

It's a late spring afternoon at the Finnish village, with birds chirping and sunbeams streaming through an open window. Nine campers sit deep in concentration, attempting to mimic the nature paintings and poetry of a famous Chinese artist. They’re at least a decade older than the usual campers who flock every summer to the Concordia Language Villages, outside Bemidji.

On spring evenings, a few years back, Annabella Rozin and her family would walk over to a neighborhood park in south Minneapolis for baseball practice. From kindergarten through second grade, Annabella loved playing with her neighborhood friends, many of them boys. But in third grade, most girls in the park league switch over to softball.

We can fight them in our backyards or we can fight them in the field: An MMCD staffer does a briquette treatment at a mosquito breeding site. Eight cups of dead mosquitoes from last summer linger in Dave Neitzel’s freezer. Each contains 6,000–8,000 mosquitoes, a body count he can sort through in a couple of days.

Step into the bathroom at Roots Community Birth Center in north Minneapolis, and you might forget why you’re there. The soft lighting, stone laminate flooring, and gray paint suggest the powder room in one of the neighboring houses, rather than a place to deposit a urine specimen. You’ll find no instruction card on which wipes to use, no window to pass your cup into a lab.

When Kathy Allen left the hospital, following a 2006 sleepwalking fall from a second-story deck, doctors told her she wouldn’t be able to walk again. That was hard to hear, of course, but she believed she could accept it. difficult to even imagine—were the “little” things Allen would no longer be able to do, such as going to the bathroom when she felt like it, or sitting without wobbling.

No one will be criminally charged in the 2016 death of Prince by accidental fentanyl overdose, law enforcement authorities in Minnesota announced on Thursday, saying that they could not determine who had provided the powerful drug that killed him. The musician had been struggling with a dependence on painkillers and most likely believed he was taking Vicodin, which does not contain fentanyl, the Carver County attorney, Mark Metz, said in a news conference.