“I want to thank God for the things we have and things we don’t have,” my daughter began at dinner one night. My husband and I looked at each other, intrigued. Lately our 5-year-old had begun to improvise grace before meals.
When my friend Barbara said she had a meeting later in the day that could result in a lucrative consulting project, my mother’s stock response rolled right off my tongue. “What time shall I pray?”
For many Notre Dame alumni, a walk inevitably takes one to the Grotto dedicated to Our Lady of Lourdes.
The political debate about health care reform turned ugly this past summer. Reforms would lead to “death panels,” several alleged, and government bureaucrats would be making decisions to “pull the plug on grandma.”
Not since he was a baby, when I would walk with him at night to lull him to sleep, did I hug my only son as long as I hugged him that Saturday night.
My twin sister, Lacy Dodd ‘99, and I had looked for college money and found it with the U.S. Army. So we arrived at Notre Dame in 1995 as students and cadets in its Army Reserve Officers’ Training Corps (ROTC) program.