The term “victim” aptly describes those in the thralls of addiction to pharmaceutical-grade opioids. To place the blame on the chemically dependent is to miss the larger picture.
Director Christy Burgess and actors from the Robinson Shakespeare Company discuss what the ensemble means to them as they prepare for a summer trip to perform in England.
It was the summer I trafficked in Coke. The best summer ever. 1970.
Ask any college graduate what their commencement speaker said, and chances are you’ll get a shrug in return. On May 26, 2016, however, James Ryan, dean of Harvard University’s Graduate School of Education, managed to keep his audience charmed with an address that then went viral online. An expanded version of that speech has since been turned into a book: Wait, What?: And Life’s Other Essential Questions.
There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man, and for one week in 1981 it showed up beneath a tree on South Quad.
Was Brian Doyle ’78 the most passionate Catholic writer in America?
Since it’s just you and me here on the page, and no one else can hear us, let’s both cheerfully admit that we have, in moments of delicious melancholy, thought about our own funerals.
Is it too much to say that everything you have ever lived and done and tried, whether you succeeded or failed, has purpose and meaning in your life?
How often, in the course of a conversation about politics, society, culture, have you heard the phrase “Any reasonable person would say . . .”? We feel that whatever claim we make after it must be true, but the implication is that those who disagree are unreasonable — and maybe worse.
Brian Doyle ’78 died early Saturday morning, May 27, having been diagnosed with a brain tumor last November. Remembering him now along with so many of his colleagues, fans, friends and family all over the country, we reprint here one of our favorite of his essays, which Brian wrote about his brother, Kevin Doyle ’69, himself dying of cancer in 2012.