Piles of dirt, deep trenches and uprooted parking lots are common sights on the Notre Dame campus, thanks to frequent construction. But a closer look at the chunks of excavated lawn between Old College and the Log Chapel reveals something surprising.
Innocence lost and election season just around the corner? A perfect time, actually, for a modest proposal concerning campus squirrels.
“Can I ask you some questions about your health?” With that opener, a community health worker walks into a humble house to explain more fully the reason for the visit. What happens after that is nothing short of miraculous.
Norbert Krapf’s Catholic Boy Blues contains more than 10 dozen poems. The book is subtitled “A Poet’s Journal of Healing,” and that’s how it reads — shards of experience, signposts along a fitful journey. The poet took to writing the poems as a kind of therapy; he was sexually abused by a Catholic priest as a boy in small-town Indiana.
Emil T. Hofman was best known for his tough love, his demanding expectations, his hard-crusted warmth, and the individual care and attention he gave all his students.
Some people were just made for each other.
Author Jon Krakauer describes Missoula, Montana, home of the University of Montana, as “congenial and picturesque.” In the past decade the city experienced a rash of sexual assaults and many of the accused were players on the college’s football team.
Independence Day was once a second Christmas for us: We’d run around in our swimsuits all day, swimming and sunburning. It was a day spent entirely outdoors, a day spent together.
Alexandra was our first referral from an outside doctor, a hopeful sign of acceptance from the local medical community. She had run out of money. Paying out of pocket, she’d already asked her friends and family to pitch in.
Social protest can have unintended consequences. What would we do without Mary?