I never had much interest in going to the Holy Land, primarily because I thought that it would never happen. But on the Thursday after commencement I found myself with a group of pilgrims on a plane from New York to Tel Aviv. I will be eternally grateful.
I have no firsthand knowledge of rowing, having never once sat in a racing shell. But I learned a great deal about grit and teamwork from reading The Boys in the Boat: Nine Americans and Their Epic Quest for Gold at the 1936 Berlin Olympics by Daniel James Brown.
Welcome to Molarity Redux, the continuing adventures of Jim Mole and friends. All politics is personal, or so they say….
The gap today between the police and the people has no rightful place in a democracy. We are better than that.
I can feel Wi-Fi. And power lines. And smart phones. And electric heat. And LED lights. But, before you get too excited about my real-life “Spidey sense,” let me warn you, it does not feel good.
A student angsts about a writing assignment. The theme? Pressure.
When I picked up Jen Sincero’s You Are a Badass: How to Stop Doubting your Greatness and Start Living an Awesome Life, it turned out I needed some high-level motivation delivered with a wink and a raised eyebrow.
The triviality and experimentation that creates the surface tension of the Notre Dame Bubble? It has a dark side, too.
I’m still in denial that my four years at Notre Dame are up. I think of the lifelong friendships I made, the six Saturdays I spent inside Notre Dame Stadium every fall — and the crazy professor who made me wear a funny-looking turtle hat and tell embarrassing stories about myself.
There was a time — not that long ago — when this family was caught in a generational conflict because of the attention-stealing media invading American homes in the 21st century.