There are only two numbers that I’m concerned with for Antoinette. One is her age: 22. The other is her oxygen saturation: 85 percent and dropping.
By now, the only thing more culturally insufferable than the Academy Awards is criticism of the Academy Awards. The explosion of instantaneous feedback on Twitter and blogs during and in the aftermath of the inevitably disappointing show has turned the entire evening into a snake eating its tail.
Molinelli went to Rome his junior year, but Molarity had to continue.
Notre Dame made living the faith easy, especially during Lent. Mass was available every few hours somewhere on campus. You could go to confessions in your slippers. Prayer seemed only natural on a campus studded with religious statues and paintings. And, during Lent, there was no meat in the dining hall on the days when we were encouraged to abstain.
I was in Dublin for my spring semester, and missed JPW. But the occasion of JPW always makes me think of my own private Notre Dame, how individual choices or circumstances render us outside the typical.
Pope Benedict XVI, or Cardinal Joseph Ratzinger, as he will soon be once again, has stepped away from the papacy game while still on top. Rather than max out his time at the helm, Benedict has embraced his limits and will give way to a worthy, fresh successor.
Last fall an alumnus called and asked us to make sure he would continue to receive the magazine. We assured him alumni receive the magazine free for life. Well, he said, a few years ago he had told us to stop sending it — that he and Notre Dame were parting company.…
Yesterday I took my son and his friend skating outside where it was 18 degrees under the lights. My son is ready to go; he’s wearing a light warm-up jacket. I tell him to go get his winter coat. He runs around the house and arrives in the front hall ready to go, again, in a light warm-up jacket.
Valentine’s Day ranks up there with Groundhog Day and Earth Day in my book, meaning it isn’t in the ranking. But this morning I thought, why don’t I read up a bit on Saint Valentine and see if there’s something to chew on about this lovey-dovey day.
We often dilute our Lenten sacrifices, cheapening them from spiritually motivated self-denial to a retread of New Years’ resolutions, which usually fizzle by the time Lent rolls around. Domers are especially guilty of this, as we often wear our sacrifices on our sleeves.
Gladimir is only 28 years old, and he’d be dead in any other hospital in Haiti. Of course, he doesn’t know that because he’s been unconscious since he fell off of a motorcycle three days ago.
Welcome to Molarity Redux, the 41st strip in the updated, continuing adventures of Jim Mole and friends. It has been a rough beginning to the year for Notre Dame fans and alumni, hasn’t it?
In 1960 I was a poor graduate student pursuing an M.A. in history, living off campus on North Ivy Road. The highlight of my week was the Saturday free movie shown at eight o’clock in Washington Hall. We tried to get there by 7:30 because it filled up fast. As soon as all seats were taken, the entrance doors were closed. Then the pre-feature fun began
To its many other distinctions, Notre Dame’s Basilica of the Sacred Heart may now add its recognition as the most beautiful college church in the country, in celebration of which I offer this brief report of something glimpsed there after this morning’s 11:30 Mass.
The kitchen is dark when I enter it on these cold winter mornings. So I flip on the light and head first to the cupboard where the bowls and plates are stacked. I pull out three Corelle plates and three Corelle bowls. Then one day, looking at the table waiting — paper napkins, forks and spoons and juice and bowls lined up at the ready — I realized I had become my father.
Once the presidential election ended, I thought life on Facebook would be better. Sometimes I can be so, so wrong.
Today was a snow day, no school. By 7:30 in the morning my kid says, “Mom, I’m bored what am I supposed to do?”