Are current U.S. government peace-building practices enough? What does it take to build peace?
When Notre Dame lined up for a last-second field goal against USC in 1986, I couldn’t watch. A second-half comeback built to such a nerve-fraying crescendo that I had to leave the house.
Strips 28-31 of the popular comic strip Molarity, which previewed in The Observer in 1977.
As I hear the familiar sound of my son falling down the stairs, my first reaction is not one of concern or even a shred of the protective instinct found in your average ant colony. My first reaction is one of defeat. “Damn, we are going to miss our portrait-sitting again.”
Why are some people more creative than others? How can people make themselves more creative?
One of the answers to an eternal question I stumbled across in the course of my undergraduate experience at Notre Dame goes like this: with age we get more timid and conservative because we suffer from hardening of the categories.
Our offerings this week range from a peek at football coach Brian Kelly’s favorite painting to a professor’s defense of Catholic higher education. There’s lots more, including something about coach Mike Brey in a kilt.
Helping a herd of mustangs survive the brutal season also meant preserving a vital element of the American spirit.
Why am I talking to Lou Holtz? Like every other Notre Dame fan, I’m trying to wake up the echoes. Trying to map a direct connection from the uncertain present to the glorious past.
These days, authors are learning they have to be marketers as well. “It really behooves the authors to promote the hell out of their books,” says a literary agent..
As I am sitting there at my dining room table, I’m thinking about the joy of drinking coffee and reading the Sunday paper, and then it hits me like a lightning bolt. Do people with iPads read the Sunday paper?
The Heisman Trust requires little of its winners beyond eligibility, which explains why certain notorious former winners still have their stiff-arm statue. Banishing Bush alone from USC history still seems gratuitous.
After surviving a morning of teeth-rattling chills, I checked WebMD to see what illness my symptoms might indicate. I was expecting a list of flu, strep throat, bronchitis. Normal stuff. Instead, the first thing I saw was: Plague.
Last week my son started first grade. I cried. He was fine. He looked handsome in his uniform. “William, you look like a future CEO!” my friend exclaimed.
Sometimes you get blindsided.There I was, happily getting ready for the season opener. Notre Dame-Purdue. Launch of the Brian Kelly era. Then my wife reported the weather forecast. That’s when it happened.
Work of Art brought together two different cultural milieus: reality TV and the world of art. But did it work?
My daughter climbs the stairs of the playground equipment. The wind wraps curls into her eyes and she turns to me and smiles. “Look at me, Mommy!” It is then I see a butterfly lying in the sand.
Notre Dame has a new football coach. But getting excited about Brian Kelly may be a perilous thing. Still, it’s hard to resist …