It would take a book to explain what it’s like to be black at Notre Dame. And one with many voices. Now we have that book.
One cold winter morning, over 20 years ago when the new issue of the Notre Dame Magazine arrived in our mail, I recall that I was stunned by the cover. It was as though the artist who had created it had stepped into a very vivid dream I had recorded in my personal journal in 1983, almost 10 years earlier.
Welcome to Molarity Redux, the 61st strip in the updated, continuing adventures of Jim Mole and friends.
My recent chemotherapy for leukemia dropped my germ immunity to near zero. I was advised by my doctor that I would have to isolate myself from visitors and that I should not go to restaurants or church until my immunity was built up to a safe level — and that it might take weeks for that to happen.
The plot line is chiefly a vehicle for lessons in Irish history, Storyteller-style.
I’ve outgrown the days of introductory games in the classroom. But as students, and humans, we never really outgrow these epithets that encapsulate our “self” to our friends, family members and classmates. For some of my friends, the words driven, active, funny and loyal come to mind. For others, lazy or tardy. But for me, indecision is the quality I can’t escape.
At that moment, Haiti’s first emergency medical system helicopter, a project we’d been working on for over 12 months, roared to life.
A not-so-harmless game of pinball.
Today, July 13, is the birthday of the original glazed Krispy Kreme doughnut. And knowing that makes today just a little bit sweeter.
Life is more interesting when viewed over time — as a book rather than a few beginning chapters.