For a few days in the winter and a few more this spring, Chicago artist Mark McMahon was loose on campus. He would occasionally stop and set up shop with paper and pencil — sketching on location. The watercolors came later, back at his studio. The style is energetically spontaneous, freshly impressionistic, yet done with the eye and hand of a documentary artist seizing the living moment.…
The new line of Notre Dame sideline gear, designed by Under Armour, debuted with a thunderous bang early Tuesday morning.
A year has passed since the doors opened to the chemotherapy program at Project Medishare in Haiti. What has been gained and who have we lost?
There’s nothing quite like a relaxing summer vacation.
“The paper I have enclosed was composed at Notre Dame by Michael Ury when he was on retreat in 1986. Michael died this past year of cancer. Naturally his family was devastated. His mother is in a nursing home that I visit. She asked me if I could see that this was published. I thought of no better place than ND. Our Lady would want to bring comfort to a loving mother.”
In July of 2013, I was standing in the front room of the famous Shakespeare and Company bookshop, on the left bank of the Seine, looking through a shelf of books about Paris. I thought I would purchase a book that would enrich my experience in the five days I had ahead of me in Europe’s cultural capital, but nothing was catching my fancy.
It’s a perfect day — a slight breeze stirring the trees, 73 degrees, sunny. I should be at peace, grateful, full of joy as I soak up the sun, the children’s voices and the gift of greeting my kids after school. I’m not.
In the hospital in Haiti, the patients demonstrate a colorful reliance on tone, gestures, and onomatopoeia to accentuate their feelings.
The Molarity crew keeps chugging along…
Sunday is Father’s Day. Despite the media onslaught, I did not realize this until my dad told me. I am faced with the decision that has haunted me since second grade, “What do I get my dad for Father’s Day?”
My years in communications at Notre Dame drew me instantly to the latest dissection of the infamous Duke lacrosse scandal, that last word having two inferences — first, the deeds of which three lacrosse players were wrongly accused and, second, the travesty of the justice system that pursued them.
A previously unseen virus is tearing through the Western Hemisphere. A global traveler over the last decade, it has made its way from sub-Saharan Africa into Asia and now into the Caribbean, exploding into eighteen new countries in a matter of months, discovering a multitude of new hosts in this region of the world.
Welcome to Molarity Redux, the 59th strip in the updated, continuing adventures of Jim Mole and friends.
So there I was, sitting at a table outside the coffee shop in O’Shaughnessy Hall, writing in my little notebook and dreaming of literary fame, as I am wont to do during my idle hours. I scribbled a few sentences of timeless prose, paused for a sip of my coffee, and then stared out into space, savoring the familiar sights and sounds of college students bustling back and forth to their classes.
For years I carried around in my wallet a little scrap of paper that read Peace like a River, Leif Enger. I didn’t recognize the handwriting but knew it was a book recommendation from someone. I’m really glad I held on to it.
The wind continued to howl and the waves crashed over the hull, slowly filling the stern with seawater. The Cuban exiles clung to the small craft for their lives, knowing that to be tossed overboard would mean certain doom.
It’s a small (Notre Dame) world after all.
My job requires much involuntary reading during the workday, so when I’m asked what I’m reading lately, I’m a little abashed at what boring prose most of “what I’m reading lately” is.
He had the typical story of a patient who slowly developed the signs and symptoms of colon cancer, except for his young age — 24.
Welcome to Molarity Redux, the 58th strip in the updated, continuing adventures of Jim Mole and friends. Another year, another commencement.
The hit TLC show What Not to Wear could make me laugh, make me cry, and sometimes would send me scurrying to the closet to throw a shirt into the Goodwill bag. Then, last year, it ended. No more Clinton Kelly casting an evil eye on a pair of elastic-waist jeans? No more Stacy London telling a zaftig guest to keep “the girls” under control? No!
Backpacking does not come without challenges. It does come without showers.
She marked an “X” on the signature line of the consent form, indicating that she agreed to participate in the study. Although she’s unable to read, Marie Maude was excited to partake in the research.
A quick look at the calendar confirms that, yes, it is April 15. Tax Day. Major League Baseball’s opening day was last month, as was the first official day of Spring. The men’s and women’s lacrosse teams here have been playing outside since February. And the football team concluded its Spring practice on Saturday with the annual Blue-Gold game, where a high of 77 degrees coaxed out a crowd of nearly 28,000 to enjoy the day.
I was drawn to No Easy Day: The Firsthand Account of the Mission that Killed Osama bin Laden because it is written plainly, authoritatively, simply — a severe departure from my daytime reading.
The moments alone with Adam were often the most difficult. We were roommates during our sophomore year at Notre Dame, so they occurred pretty frequently. Whether walking to the dining hall or cramming for an econ exam in Hesburgh, during those quiet and silent times together I chose my words painstakingly.…
Warren A. Cartier, an 1887 Notre Dame civil engineering graduate, donated land and lumber to establish an enclosed athletic field that for decades was home to ND’s football, baseball, and track and field teams. But it is in the neoclassical Ludington, Michigan, mansion he designed that Warren’s aesthetic and inventive character can be seen.
Once there was a time, another century, when admission to Notre Dame home football games was free. Of course, fans had to stand on the sidelines, as stadium seating did not exist. But then, neither did a stadium.
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