“Gravity never sleeps!” It’s a bright morning in mid-April, high in the Himalayas, when Vern Tejas barks out this Zen-like epigram to the group of would-be Everest summiteers arrayed before him.
For decades doctors thought nothing could be done about Down syndrome. The latest research promises otherwise, and the Flatley family is working toward that day when research changes lives.
I have a bone to pick with my parents: I don’t really know how to do anything, and it’s all their fault.
It swept me like an October windstorm, my sap plummeting and years rattling and ripping loose. Although I was wearing shorts and standing amidst a seesawing cloud of honeybees, I almost expected to glimpse snowflakes.
The Potawatomi Park greenhouses east of downtown South Bend house a perfect example of the burgeoning partnership between Notre Dame and the city of South Bend.
IN 2035, Souty Bend is looking pretty good.
The seven summits are the highest peaks on each continent, and the successful ascent of all seven is considered a unique mountaineering challenge.
Rev. Edward A. “Monk” Malloy, who grew up in Washington, D.C., brought an urban perspective with him to Notre Dame and an appreciation for how important the health of a city is to those people and institutions that inhabit it.
My father’s quest to scale the seven summits — the highest peak on each continent — began in February 2007 with an ascent of Aconcagua, a 22,000 foot Andean peak that straddles the borders of Chile and Argentina. The climb apparently gave John Curtis Rudolf ’70 the incurable case of summit fever that led him to the slopes of Mount Everest three years later.
Dark storm clouds stretch across the distant horizon to the north. I can see them out my fifth-floor window in Grace Hall. They look like distant mountains. I wish they were.
Notre Dame and South Bend have been braided by geography, history and a relationship that has at times been distant and knotty. But real change is coming as these neighbors see how badly they need each other.
A science dean and a football coach help Notre Dame by doing the unexpected.
Deaths of Notre Dame alumni
I lost my cell phone; the clothes I got my dad for Father’s Day didn’t fit him; and the Today show keeps running segments about not eating the foods I want to eat.
Time for some major league escapism.
Recently, three very funny Notre Dame alumni, John Garrett ’98, Eric Hunter ’88 and Jim Brogan ’70, aka “The Laughing Irish,” came back to campus to perform their stand-up comedy acts at Legends.
I put my son’s lunchbox on top of the cubbies where the children hang their coats. I want to keep these lunchboxes, this moment, this amazing life, here, now, just the way it is.
I’m a big fan of the drive-thru experience. As I am eating fast food, contemplating alternative ways to stay off the cholesterol medications, my 8-year old asks, “Mom, why do we have to go to McDonalds, we go there all the time?”
My Facebook friends list is filled with Chicagoans and Domers. A week ago Thursday, half the status updates on my feed were celebrations of the Blackhawks’ Stanley Cup victory; the other half were celebrations of USC’s impending NCAA sanctions, evidence that justice reckoned can taste as sweet as victory.
A Tuesday in May. The Basilica of the Sacred Heart had its usual congregation of students, faculty and staff on a prayerful break. As could only happen at Notre Dame, they walked into an ordinary weekday liturgy and found it concelebrated by six bishops and more than 20 priests. The National Black Catholic Congress was on campus for “Stir into Flame — A Symposium on the Vocation to the Catholic Priesthood in the African American Community.”
My boss comes from a family of four — mother, father, sister, brother. Here are the first names of his family members: Fayrine, Beverly, Kenton, Kerry. Kenton is his sister. I think you see the problem.
My family is on library probation.
World Cup play has begun, but some students from Notre Dame and Duke are already celebrating the good reviews of their soccer documentary Pelada. (A magazine summer issue sneak peek.)
Listen up all you Katelyns, Katlynns, Katlins, Kaitlyns, Caitlins, Caitlyns and even you Kaytlans. I give you about 25 years before you begin to call the parent who named you some not-so-nice names.
“Bourdon” is a rare and splendid word, not the sort of word you use every day, but certainly a word to lift your hat to, as Emily Dickinson once said of the word “phosphorescence.”
Welcome back to Molarity Redux, the sixth strip in the updated, continuing adventures of Jim Mole and friends. Is that Brian Kelly on the phone?
Welcome back to Molarity Redux, the updated, continuing adventures of Jim Mole and friends.
Today is Tuesday. My son isn’t wearing underwear.“So, why aren’t you wearing underwear?” I ask. “Mom, it’s Tuesday.”
John Nagy, the magazine’s associate editor, won a gold award from CASE for this story on ND civil engineering students and their look at structural problems in New York City.
Stephen Hawking’s warning that sending signals into space could lead to extraterrestrials invading our planet has attracted widespread attention.This topic, which has often been seen as the providence of kooks, can be illuminated by serious scholarship.
Now you can enjoy Notre Dame Magazine as an audio podcast.