Haiti is more than an earthquake, more than the political dysfunction, more than a series of coup d’états. Haiti possesses a rich tradition of art and music, a mélange of Afro-Caribbean, French and Spanish influences.
I never used to care about being the bad guy. I never cared if my children liked me or not. I assumed they did, even if I was the bad guy. But my older daughter is now in junior high and I’m beginning to sense she doesn’t like me anymore. All of a sudden I care about being the bad guy.
Back when I was an English major and when I thought I might teach, I played a little game. I tried to come up with a list of 10 books I would use to teach students what I wanted them to know about life.
Welcome to Molarity Redux, the 51st strip in the updated, continuing adventures of Jim Mole and friends. Problems with women didn’t end for the Molarity crew at graduation.
Glass blowing and giant cockroaches.
My first helicopter ride might have been my last if the storm was any rougher than anticipated.
I so want to get this right. The breakfast, the lunches, the 20 questions game that I wish he would play with something more appropriate, like a cheetah. I want my older daughter to be kind and generous to a crying little sister, and I so do not want to set a tooth fairy precedent of 20 bucks a tooth.
Should I take off my shoes? I wondered as I opened the rather plain door leading to the Notre Dame Archives, on the sixth floor of the Hesburgh Library. TSA screening was on my mind, since I had recently read the archives’ rules.
Through all the latter days
of her dementia
the only words she knew
by heart were “Thank you”
and “I love you.”
Back in America…
Notre Dame graduates in the news
Deaths of Notre Dame alums
Maybe Tasha Alexander, the pen name of Tasha Gutting Grant ’92, should have been born in the 19th century. You might think so when you consider that the first books she was inspired by, the Little House series, and her present New York Times bestselling success, the Lady Emily series, are both from that slice of time.
Returning to Notre Dame as an employee rather than a student is surreal. It looks like where we went to school, and the students look like our own friends and classmates, but none of them are.
David Hayes was a passionate, honest man. A religious man, he was dedicated to his art and true to his identity.
It’s that time of our life again when my wife and I dream of dropping everything and spending a year abroad. Most wage earners cook up this fantasy about twice a day, in between steaming cups of reality brew, but our fantasy will soon be real. Next spring we’ll cram into suitcases our clothes and books and modest middle-age hopes, and we’ll embark, like we do every seven years, on the great perk of our profession — sabbatical.…
Books by Notre Dame people
“Reclaiming our nature” is the theme of the new Notre Dame Sculpture Park, and a painted steel sculpture by David Hayes ’53 makes a perfect addition to the site, says Charles R. Loving, director of the Snite Museum of Art.
After Labor Day, summer begins to fall away, though not all at once. In many ways it stays on like the finish of a wine. Minnesota is a region of moderate people and extreme weather, particularly extreme winter. If we are to be defined meteorologically, winter surely defines us in these northern reaches. But it is the ninth month that sets the calendar.
Letters from the magazine’s readers
The souls of our lives.
Inspiration comes from the Latin in + spirare, “to breathe into,” and isn’t it pretty to think so — that the muse will tilt your head back and pinch your nose and give you the kiss of life, breathe into you something necessary, fully formed, inalienable.
Life often calls us to speak up, to stand up, to show some gumption, to overcome those little fears that would have us shrink from danger, discomfort or conflict. To go against the crowd, the current, the way it’s always been. To not ride along. To not perpetuate the gossip, to not just look the other way. To stand firm on one’s own conscience. To say no to peer pressure, to groupthink, to those in power. To the trappings of riches, the righteous desire to retaliate.
Sky diving was not first on my list of Memorial Day weekend plans. I wanted to buy a grill.
Kelly Gleason’s accidental find and the seafaring saga that launched Moby-Dick.
Stories about Notre Dame graduates
“Inspiration’s power sometimes is in what it says below the breath, its whispers urging us to try, pushing us to carry forward, bidding us to dream.”
Kelly Gleason ’98 may not have realized it, but she has been on a collision course with whaling captain George Pollard’s legacy nearly her entire life. Her experiences and interests have been drawing her inexorably to the tragedy at French Frigate Shoals.
While growing up in Santa Barbara, California, she was fascinated with the ocean and maritime history. In her teens she worked as a lifeguard, earned her scuba certification, competed on a swim team and learned long-distance ocean swimming, which she still does. In high school she saw a National Geographic…
The Notre Dame alum taught, ripped, cajoled and inspired generations of Santa Clara writing students — all in his own discomforting style.
He’s no science-fiction fan, but back in April Notre Dame astrophysicist Justin Crepp and a team of NASA researchers made a discovery sure to delight E.T. lovers and Isaac Asimov enthusiasts the world over: the first confirmed Earth-like planets in the habitable zone of a sun-like star.