As South Bend finds its future, Notre Dame’s part shifts from Rockne to research.
A spring break trip to a former cigarette factory inspires students to help South Bend emulate Durham, North Carolina’s transformation.
There it is. Illuminated by the first rays of morning sunlight, we see it. The leprosy colony. It’s why we’ve traveled here, to a place that is both paradise and prison.
Some of Africa’s most gifted young people have come to the University from an academy that educates the continent’s most promising students — bringing hope to the future and their talents to Notre Dame.
Olivia Mogaka first heard about Notre Dame in true millennial style: She Googled it.
Young people “have a lot of power to make change, even if it is small.”
Once upon a time Georges-Ibrahim Cisse wanted to be an astronaut.
Nandi Mgwaba has a sore neck.
Pope Francis has asked the Catholic Church and its leaders to grapple with a troubling array of social issues to help preserve the faith and familial integrity. A surprising report from the synod so far.
In which a rickety, over-the-hill Orioles fan heads to a baseball fantasy camp to recapture lost youth.
Among those threats facing America today is the ever-widening fault line that separates rich and poor, them and us, those who can and those who don’t.
The NYPD is a human line of defense against the unraveling of a city’s life. Some of Notre Dame’s own stand guard on Gotham’s borderlines.
This cover story can trace its origins to an email that came to me in February 2013.
Independence Day was once a second Christmas for us: We’d run around in our swimsuits all day, swimming and sunburning. It was a day spent entirely outdoors, a day spent together.
Alexandra was our first referral from an outside doctor, a hopeful sign of acceptance from the local medical community. She had run out of money. Paying out of pocket, she’d already asked her friends and family to pitch in.
Social protest can have unintended consequences. What would we do without Mary?
Deaths of Notre Dame alums
I greatly admire Carolyn Woo, the ebook was only $3.99, and I was flying multiple legs to an annual retreat — a trifecta of reasons to read what is a personal memoir but also an introduction to Catholic Relief Services (CRS) and the efforts of its 5,000 employees and volunteers.
Last year Guy Consolmagno, S.J., received the Carl Sagan Medal from the American Astronomical Society for outstanding communication of planetary science to the general public. A gray-bearded, amiable presence in front of about 150 people last week at Notre Dame, he hopped easily across cobblestones of conversation: meteorite hunting in Antarctica, multiverses, the warming planet’s rising seas, insights from science fiction, and the confusion of communication between science and religion.
Life has its seasons. Summer was turning to fall; he would start first grade in a week. The time had come. He followed me to the garage then waited outside as I pulled out his shiny blue bike with the sleek silver handlebars. He watched solemnly as I wrenched off the training wheels and tossed them into the garbage. There was no going back.
The identity flip-flop. Sooner or later, all parents go through it with their kids. It usually happens in the late teens or early 20s, after the Rebellion is over and the Reunion has begun.
I want to tell you a story. It happened long ago in another country. The hero is 30 years old, and he has three children under the age of 5 and a wife at home taking care of them. There may never have been a more earnest father than the hero of my story.
The spade Da used was shorter in shaft than the tool in my hands. It had a T-bar handle the width of a fist at the end, and the blade was small with a horizontal edge shiny and sharp. The instrument I now held was a poor substitute, but it was enough to remind me of the man who had inherited 50 acres of hill country in County Derry and got to know it well at the end of his spade.
The last time I saw my father, he danced for me. In his pajamas and slippers and robe, he got stiffly out of a chair in the tiny nursing-home room that is now his universe and began doing a cross between a jig and the Charleston.
It was a rare treat to see Notre Dame’s professional funnymen hold court for an evening in the DeBartolo Performing Arts Center.
We had asked the women to come in, spending $1,000 on radio ads about free breast cancer screening, unsure what response we’d receive. The response was overwhelming.
For my thesis colloquium course at Notre Dame this past fall, I read “People Like That Are the Only People Here,” a short story by Lorrie Moore. Captivated by her wit, emotional power, nimble language and pithy social insight, I vowed to find more Moore. Finally — seven months, a complete thesis and one diploma later, I did.
You still can’t get lobster at the dining halls. All the same: Eat, be merry and pass the salad dressing.
A special edition of Notre Dame Magazine commemorating the life of Father Theodore Hesburgh, CSC, is now available through the magazine offices.
The president of Pixar and Disney Animation Studies explores the questions of leadership and creativity in his book Creativity.