Emily Muilenburg

My last day in Oxford, I took a walk. I saw the same sights as always—the stately spire of Christ Church, the…

I recently found a cartoon in a book about British culture, in which one panel shows a man drowning in a river,…

I don’t think I’ve ever been a pilgrim, not unless you count the frigid trek from Fern to Granberg in the negative-thirty-degree…

There’s something amazing about running into friends in a foreign country, a mysterious sense of adventure mixed with belonging that I got…

I learned a couple important things last weekend about Irish people and Oxford people. This began with an awesome four-day trip to…

Last weekend I watched the Super Bowl from 11:30 p.m. to 3:00 a.m. We ate fancy, stinky cheese and chocolate-covered biscuits and…