Basketball is a messy game. It is even messier for 9-year-olds who can’t help but double-dribble, who swarm to the ball like moths to a porch-light and who take too many steps when none is allowed.
Perhaps students from the plains of Indiana should avoid the Swiss Alps.
I’m convinced there is no set curriculum in my mother’s class. There are definitely no tests. I’m also convinced that it’s the most important class those fifth graders may ever take. She teaches them how to be good humans.
Haiti’s Carnival, or Kanaval in Creole, is not one weekend but an entire season, fusing the French tradition of pre-Lenten celebrations with a uniquely Haitian embrace of the intransience of life.
What Carol Schaal is reading: How to Read Literature, Terry Eagleton.
The long, snowy South Bend winter has taken its toll on residents and students alike, but the Basilica of the Sacred Heart had an unexpected casualty this week.
Professor Bill Storey ’54M.A., ’59Ph.D. taught me how to pray.
Welcome to Molarity Redux, the 56th strip in the updated, continuing adventures of Jim Mole and friends. It’s the season of shenanigans: spring break!
The last time I sat at the United Nations headquarters was for a conference on HIV and AIDS seven years ago. In January, I returned for a conference on the same topic, this time focused on how sports can reinforce the messages of HIV prevention.
In the summer of 1960 I found at my local library in Springfield, Massachusetts, a book on Notre Dame. Now, almost 54 years later, I’ve been a student, a parent, a faculty member, an administrator, an advisory council member and, of course, an alumnus. So when I happened across another copy of the book, Notre Dame: the story of a great university by Richard T. Sullivan (Henry Holt and Company, 1951), I wanted to read it from that perspective.