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Global Doc: Leaving Rwanda

By Dr. Vincent DeGennaro Jr. ’02

Vincent DeGennaro

I don’t want to leave Rwanda, but the time has come for a change. Haiti has been calling me since I last left two years ago and the longer I stay in Rwanda, the less likely it seems that I’d get back to Haiti. So I’m leaving, and going home.

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A Cardiac Comeback

By Michael Rodio ’12

Michael Rodio '12

At the start of their game against Pittsburgh, Notre Dame seemingly had the Panthers by the tail. But as halftime neared under an ominous November sky, the Panthers found a way to grip the Irish in their claws.

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Looking out, looking over

By Sara Felsenstein ’12

We realized there is a clear disjointedness to those two lives, college life in the Midwest and home life outside of New York City. Those two lives don’t seamlessly meld into one another, but rather seem to be self-enclosed bubbles of months or years, sharing adjacent positions on the timelines of our recent pasts.

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The Playroom: Werewolf mom

By Maraya Steadman '89, '90MBA

Maraya Steadman

The Harvest Moon shines over the parking lot as I am walking into the grocery store, I stop in front of a display in the middle of the store and snarl at the fun-size candy bars, growl at the glow sticks and watch as bags of candy corn slowly empty onto the floor after I’ve slashed them open with the sharp edge of my bad attitude. When it comes to Halloween, I am more of a werewolf than a princess.

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Earn my vote

By Meg Morrison '13

The subject line was innocent enough. As a college student living out of state, I didn’t know how to cast my vote, so I clicked on the link.

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The Playroom: Crossing boundaries

By Maraya Steadman '89, '90MBA

Maraya Steadman

Eventually, when I’m not there and my son wants to experiment and cross boundaries, he will pee on a tree, a bush, a curb or outside some bar on a Saturday night. But for now, he’s 8, and I know he’s testing his boundaries and testing me and he doesn’t really have to pee.

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Encountering McGovern

By Paul Higbee '90MCA

I encountered George McGovern by chance on New York’s Seventh Avenue in 1972, while searching for late breakfast. He was seeking the U.S. presidency. I didn’t know the Garment Center Rally, a traditional campaign stop for Democratic presidential nominees in those years, would play out on Seventh Avenue that day. Hundreds of thousands of New Yorkers, according to police estimates, crammed into the street to cheer McGovern.

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Captains Courageous

By Michael Rodio ’12

Michael Rodio '12

After nearly two hours of warfare under an Olympian cumulus, Notre Dame faced an opponent more familiar and more deadly than the stubbornly tough Cougars from Brigham Young. The Irish fought their darkest doubts.

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The Subscription Dilemma

By Sara Felsenstein ’12

Twelve years ago, we had barely purchased our first bulky Dell, much less consider taking the morning news from a backlit screen. Twelve years ago, we still had dial-up Internet, woefully barren email inboxes and asked Jeeves instead of Googling. A lot has changed in 12 years. That’s why my mom recently sat my dad down at the kitchen table to bring up a two-word, volatile phrase in my household: digital subscription.

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Believing: Keeping eternity safe

By Michael Garvey '74

Mike Garvey

I lived a fair amount of my childhood before the Second Vatican Council and had little acquaintance with that ruthless God James Carroll describes. Oh sure, I can remember one hair-raising homily in our parish church during which the pastor thumped the coffin-lid for emphasis as he bellowed: “It’s too late for Arthur now!”

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A toast to (today's) bars

By Tara Hunt ’12

It was a Wednesday, a night when all our peers flocked to Finny’s for dollar pitchers and the bouncer with the boundless handlebar mustache. But we were coated in sweat and ice shavings from our broomball victory and decided an appropriate celebration would be to waddle to the Backer.

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A Fighter’s Chance

By Michael Rodio ’12

Michael Rodio '12

With Notre Dame’s back against the ropes and the Stanford Cardinal throwing punch after desperate punch, the Fighting Irish looked unsteady enough to drop.

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Soundings: A toast to the bars

By Kerry Temple ’74

Kerry Temple

I’d like to know which places meant something to you — and why. I’d like to know which place was your favorite, or the best, or the place you miss. I’d like to hear some stories (tastefully told please), stories to be shared across the generations, stories that speak of life at Notre Dame.

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Witness to the humanity of killers

By Natalia Ledford

If you would have asked me three years ago what I would do if I ever encountered a man who murdered seven innocent people, I’m not sure what I would have said. In any case, it definitely would not have been, “Shake his hand and hold his 2-week-old baby.” Yet that was exactly what I found myself doing in August of 2011.

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The Playroom: In control

By Maraya Steadman '89, '90MBA

Maraya Steadman

I lose things all the time: socks, flip flops, shoes and boots, grocery lists, my car in the zoo parking lot, my youngest child in an amusement park, my oldest at off-ice training, the ability to be respectful when I’m being yelled at by school crossing guards, and also, and especially, my keys, my phone and my sunglasses.

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Eye of the hurricane

By Michael Rodio ’12

Michael Rodio '12

Chicagoans awoke Saturday to a crisp sunny morning. But as Saturday night neared, Chicago’s weathermen gazed nervously at black clouds on the Lake Michigan horizon. A hurricane was upon them.

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Ireland Panorama

By Matt Cashore '94

Exterior
Interior

Click and drag the mouse to look around the panorama. Zoom in with the Shift key and zoom out with the Command/Control key.…

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A Climb Too High

By Kelly C. Kammerer '63

We were close to the summit on Naya Kanga, a 19,000-foot mountain in the Langtang region of Nepal. I moved carefully, one foot at a time, using my ice ax and the toe points on my crampons for support. There was nothing to stop a fall for a thousand feet.

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