How much could possibly go wrong in the 24 hours before leaving Haiti?
Unlike 85 percent of my Facebook feed, I didn’t study abroad in Europe, South America, East Asia or Antarctica this past semester. Instead, I jumped on a different kind of escape from South Bend; I took a leave of absence for the spring semester to intern in New York City. For me, New York City may as well have been a foreign country.
There is not a time I cut the grass that I do not think of my dad. It was a chore we shared. Looking back, it was also a measure of things and ways and rites of passage. And now when I mow the lawn each week, my idle mind follows those old passageways that always carry me to a smile.
A Mom’s Guilt-free Diet for Summer Vacation.
They say life is about the journey, not the destination, but I think that depends on whether or not you get an outlet seat.
These 1979 Molarity strips are still in Istanbul and things aren’t looking good for Chuck…or are they?
We saw nine patients with breast tumors on the first day and performed biopsies on two of them, all with a staff that had no prior oncology experience. In the first week of operations, we infused chemotherapy in eight patients and started another three on outpatient hormone treatments.
A thank you to our readers and an inside look at deadline at the magazine office.
The cost of a college degree can seem like a staggering sum to most families today. Is it still a wise investment? Or is the price tag changing the game?
I was driving when my teammates were killed. For years I lived in fear that I would remember what actually happened.
By late morning on May 17 we were in Kansas near Emporia. Beth Corbin was driving, and seated next to her was Clete and then Boni. I sat behind the driver and in the middle was Mary and next to her Beth Storey. In my memory it is a sunny day.
Commencement at Notre Dame. Pomp. Circumstance. And a little tension, because the speaker was somewhat controversial. But this wasn’t four years ago with President Obama — it was 30 years ago, the commencement of my graduating class.
John Salveson was sexually abused by a priest when he was a teenager. His recovery has made him an advocate for children’s rights and a fighter trying to stop it from happening to others.
If you had an 8 a.m. class in the 1973 academic year, my freshman year, and if you lived in North Quad, you knew who was in women’s rowing. As you walked to or from North Dining Hall for breakfast, you would see them returning from their early morning workout, wearily happy and charged with the vitality that comes with fresh air, water and exercise. Women’s Rowing: My first iconic image of women’s athletics at Notre Dame.
A taste of the life of Erling Wu-Bower ’05.
When I was a kid, the Boston Marathon was more important than Christmas. In my pagan pantheon, the legendary marathon — with its parade of sneaker-clad superheroes — trumped Halloween and the Fourth of July combined
There were six in the car. They were headed to the Wichita River Festival. Five members of women’s crew and their coach. Near Emporia, Kansas. Friday, May 17, 1974. They were to row the following day.
For decades Dick Conklin ’59M.A., who directed Notre Dame’s news and information operation and was later the associate vice president for University Relations, dispensed memos with “Of Putative Interest” printed across the top. (He relished fancy words.)
So, too, will I suppose this note to be of interest to you. It should be, if you are reading this magazine.…
Letters from readers
It’s not really fair to say that Ryan Doherty ’09 surprised the professional beach volleyball world with a breakout rookie season. At just over 7 feet tall, he was pretty noticeable from the moment he showed up on the beach.
Stories about books for Catholic moms; Chinese orphans; a pain doc; an eco freak and an astronaut
Deaths of Notre Dame graduates
My street in Brooklyn is the main pedestrian approach to the ironically misnamed Harmony Playground, a destination for the loudest and most histrionic of the neighborhood’s children.
Just as into each life some rain must fall, so into the life of nearly every parent whose child takes piano lessons eventually comes the plea: “I’m tired of piano. I want to quit.”
Notre Dame graduates in the news.
Late one spring when I was 7 or 8 years old, I graduated from fishing on the little lake near my family’s cabin in northeastern Michigan to fishing on the mighty Au Sable River about 15 miles north.
My kids know icons through their electronic world of iPhones, iPads, iPods and MacBooks. But to me, icons suggest images of revered people, places and objects with meanings deeper than apparent on first glance.
I read a lot of parenting books. Books about what to expect, what to say, what to buy, how to talk, how to listen, setting limits, setting goals, setting standards, counting blessings, counting costs and counting to three. Now that I’ve been a parent for a while and I’ve read the books, I feel qualified to comment.
The letter went out in February 2013. Signed by Rev. John Jenkins, CSC, it informed the parents of Notre Dame students that costs were going up again. Even though it pointed out that Notre Dame had kept the annual increase in student charges at 4 percent for the past four years — matching the lowest growth in half a century — the stark numbers were stunning.