Exactly one year ago last Monday, I graduated from Notre Dame. What, already? How?!
I’d been hunting for a new fantasy author to read for a while when I came across the name Brent Weeks. He’s relatively new on the scene, with only one completed series and another halfway done. So I set about getting a copy of his finished The Night Angel Trilogy to see if I could add another author to my list of all-time favorites.
What we prize most here is integrity. And a high-flying tuck and flip.
When I was a child, I complained every time my grandfather listened to NPR in the car. I didn’t want to listen to adults talk about adult things like news and politics — I wanted to listen to The Backstreet Boys. Now, I still listen to The Backstreet Boys, but I’m also now addicted to talk radio and, by extension, podcasts.
Hey, I like my bubble. It’s warm and cozy in here.
While cervical cancer has dropped out of the top 10 cancer killers in most developed countries — thanks to a simple screening test, the Pap smear — it tops the list in Haiti, where Ange is my patient. Yet Ange’s story is no different from the stories of many women in the United States, particularly among the poor and uninsured.
While our heroes take a break backstage, the student body learns a valuable life lesson: There’s no better remedy for lofty aspirations than micromanagement.
I have an ongoing email exchange with a doctor in Pittsburgh whom I’ve never met. Every once in a while, out of the blue, I receive a thank-you note from Kurt Weiss ’97.
Father Bob Pelton went to Latin America to serve the people there, but he didn’t envision his work for social justice would put his life in danger — as subversive to government efforts there, and here.
Welcome to Molarity Redux, the continuing adventures of Jim Mole and friends. Back off, man! I’m a journalist.
Sophia Lyon Fahs’ Today’s Children and Yesterday’s Heritage: A Philosophy of Creative Religious Development is a wonder of a book, an argument for experiential learning first published in 1952, way ahead of its time.
Ah, incoming freshmen. There’s one born every minute.
The teachers in her elementary school may not have wanted her at all, Tara Hunt McMullen ’12 admits. They just wanted her mother’s famous soda bread.
I’ve read a lot of books where the authors try to put their own spin on a fairy tale. They’re usually well-written, and it’s always fun to try to spot the big twist. But the most beautiful take on a classic tale I have ever read is Marillier’s Sevenwaters trilogy.
Welcome to Molarity Redux, the continuing adventures of Jim Mole and friends. O Fates! The course registration Wheel of Fortune hath met the cold, hard reality of the marketplace.
Some years ago I decided that I would invite 10 students to my room in Dillon Hall one random evening. I blind copied all of them so no one knew who else was coming. I told them I would be serving pizza. And everyone would have an opportunity to tell the story of how they came to Notre Dame.
Maybe boredom explains why we’re not paying attention to what’s happening right now with Social Security and Medicare, the subject of a lunch-hour presentation that accountancy professor Jeff Burks ’97 made on campus a few weeks ago. If so, it appears our indifference will cost us.
When President Donald Trump takes the rostrum next week for his first address to a joint session of Congress, will he train his rhetorical firepower on what he asserts is “the enemy of the American people”?
A medical doctor and a Syrian immigrant, my colleague Yousef is driven by fear that a knock on the door could mean the end of his American dream.
Contemplating the future? Let it never be said that you dreamed too small.
Let me tell you a story. It should sound familiar. It’s about a local judge who is supposed to decide a complicated insurance case.
For four years, after Christmas break, I’d headed back to Notre Dame for a brand new semester, a fresh start. New classes, new professors, a clean slate. This was different.
Welcome to Molarity Redux, the continuing adventures of Jim Mole and friends. Crisis?! What crisis?
Congratulations on getting into the school of your dreams. I know you put a lot of work into getting here, so, well done. Okay, now that we have that behind us. . . .
You are about to begin a big adventure. Here is some advice I’d give to you if I could go back to my freshman year at Notre Dame.
If a person can write songs that stay in your head for 50 years, shouldn’t they be able to write a decent book? Frankly, most musicians’ autobiographies are disappointing. But I can wholeheartedly recommend one: Todd Snider’s I Never Met a Story I Didn’t Like.
Sometimes you let the cartoonists speak for themselves. And then you pay for it.
Tomorrow a new president will be inaugurated. And we will have to support him as much as we are able. What common ground can we find?
It’s Sunday afternoon of Orientation Weekend, and here you are in front of Knott Hall, arms around your two new roommates.
As he assumes the presidency, will Donald Trump be able to govern the way he campaigned for the nation’s highest office? And what impact could such an approach have on the broken relationships between the legislative and executive branches that so many observers identify today?