Two young alumnae fight for the patients of Guatemala’s mental hospital, where existence has been “like being dead in life”
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People judge others all the time, and the Notre Dame professor with the appropriate name of Tim Judge probably thinks “What a klutz” when I inadvertently bump our small table. Coffee splashes across the table’s surface and seeps into his printed biographical sketch just as our “having coffee with” chat in the first-floor student lounge of LaFortune begins.
In Tales from the Notre Dame Hardwood, Digger Phelps called Mike DeCicco “the Godfather” of the Notre Dame athletic department and talked about DeCicco personally pulling players out of basketball practice to settle academic issues. When Austin Carr ’71 was feted at Notre Dame’s Basketball Ring of Honor ceremony, he invited three people — his mother, his aunt and Mike DeCicco. And when Joe Montana ’79 spoke at his induction into the Pro Football Hall of Fame, he cited DeCicco’s influence on his life and thanked DeCicco and his wife, Polly, for taking him into their lives and making sure he got to class. He told the Canton audience that you never wanted to get the card that Fighting Irish players in every sport had memorized. It read: “Please report to Mr. DeCicco’s office immediately. No excuses will be tolerated.”…
William Corby lay dying, stretched out on a bare wooden plank aboard a Union army steamer that was transporting sick and wounded soldiers north up the Chesapeake Bay toward Washington, D.C.
Things we know from the University’s May announcement of a six- to nine-month feasibility study of a “reimagined” Notre Dame Stadium:
1) the University has its eyes on the stadium as a year-round destination for students and visitors in an increasingly pedestrian-friendly campus and is looking at such urban ballparks as Boston’s Fenway Park and Chicago’s Wrigley Field for ideas;…
It appeared on the cover of Wired magazine last October, billed as “This Machine Will Change the World.” By April, a unit was sitting on a table in the Hesburgh Library’s Fishbowl, fashioning a readily recognizable, 6-inch-tall replica of the Father Sorin statue from a spool of sea-green thermoplastic thread that looked like it might have been pulled from a weed-whacker.
Notre Dame has long touted the notion that its classroom is the world. Change “world” to “World Wide Web” and it gets a bit more complicated.
A discovery by Mason Roberts ’13, the School of Architecture’s valedictorian, is reopening an old debate over what historians have long considered the original appearance of a temple in the Roman Forum. The key to his surprising finding is a combination of new, high-resolution scanning technology and good old-fashioned principles of classical architecture.
Obvious concussions are easy to identify. You don’t have to be a doctor to recognize the symptoms: confusion, memory loss, nausea, balance problems. It’s like watching one of those viral videos of someone staggering through a field sobriety test. You just know. The problem is that athletes who suffer head injuries don’t always show such signs.
At Notre Dame, teacher-student bonds are likeliest to form over classes devoted to big questions, like debating the existence of God or the ethics of a business decision or a political policy. What makes Connolly’s binder remarkable — at least to anyone who lives each day in fear of numbers — is that all of these relationships were fashioned through math.
Before “I do,” before the trip up the aisle, before the dress and hair and makeup and flowers, there’s the bridal registry.
Father Joe Carey, CSC, has a reputation in the University community as the Wedding Priest, and it is well-earned — in his 44 years as a Holy Cross priest, Carey has celebrated nearly 500 weddings, the first of which occurred 14 days after his ordination in April 1969.
As I pushed a cart around the store’s produce section, I wondered where she was, the mother of C.J. Boyd, which one of these women was she? Which one lost her son? Or maybe it’s a father or a sister who is here in the store with me, carrying their grief as they shop for ordinary things.
2013 Young Alumni Essay Contest rules.
One hundred and fifty years ago, most of the great military minds in the Western Hemisphere collided here, quite by accident, in the company of about 170,000 armed men. The battle lasted three days, July 1-3, 1863, and as the regiments arrived, representing nearly every state from Maine to Texas, they formed curved opposing lines a few miles long.
Welcome to Molarity Redux, the 47th strip in the updated, continuing adventures of Jim Mole and friends. In academia, one must publish or perish.
Summer is baseball and fireflies, kick-the-can and running through the sprinklers. Seemingly endless afternoons at the community pool, a well-equipped foray to the Lake Michigan beaches.
Like a storyline stolen out of an Aaron Sorkin rip-off pilot, I was plunged into the Notre Dame Magazine summer internship on the morning of Monday, June 3, as the staff stared down the hard, unflinching deadline for their summer edition looming only four days ahead.
Jim Fraser ’63 always had the dream of running through the stadium tunnel ever since he attended ND as a student 50 years ago. During Reunion weekend, as he prepared to realize that dream and compete in the Sunburst marathon, he realized he forgot his shorts. So I lent him mine.
I don’t like being cold. I don’t like being wet and cold. Ergo, I don’t like water parks.
Whoever came up with these things anyway? Probably not your neighborhood environmentalist and not me either.
Over the last year and a half, I’ve been to 10 foreign countries — Rwanda, Democratic Republic of the Congo, Kenya, Ethiopia, Belgium, France, Ireland, Turkey, Haiti, Dominican Republic. I lived in Rwanda for a while and now spend most of my time in Haiti, and the rest I visited for work and play and travel. Recently, though, I’ve rediscovered the joy and beautiful diversity of the greatest country in the world — the good ole’ USA
The trip to Istanbul goes better for Jim than Chuck in this week’s Molarity. Chuck does make some nice friends in prison, though.
With a childhood in the waning days of the Cold War and adulthood in the 9/11 era, it’s a wonder it took so long for me to fall into John le Carré’s world of spies, bureaucrats and the regular people caught in their webs.
Recently I told two of my granddaughters, ages 13 and 11, that Winston Churchill was perhaps the most important man in the history of the world we know today.
Surveying the people seated in the Jordan Auditorium at Mendoza College of Business, John Bargetto ’88 smiled in wonder. “I’m impressed at your dedication to sustainability,” he said. “It had nothing to do with wine tasting, right?
My scars, the jagged edges, illuminate paths I want my children to take and shadow those I want them to avoid. I don’t want my children jumping fences. I want them to act sensibly, walk around, use the gate, that’s what gates are for.
Each pain or medical problem ends and begins with the excess weight. We can ease the pain with pills and control the infections with antibiotics, but the obesity complicates any treatment and prolongs every illness.
“What happens next?” an audience member, her voice an urgent plea, asked when the reading ended. That’s exactly the question a novelist wants to hear at a reading — people so involved they are hanging on to the story.