Sometimes it’s better not to know what you’re getting yourself into, says Brenna Decker ‘10, whose essay received honorable mention in this magazine’s 2015 Young Alumni Essay Contest.
Happiness, or at least the word, was everywhere as 2016 approached — echoing in holiday conversations and in the worldwide shouts of “Happy New Year!” late on Dec. 31. Faced with the emptiness and angst I sensed in much of that happy talk, I’ve confirmed my new year’s resolution: Either it’s time to drop all this fake, escapist merriment . . . or it’s time to get really serious about happiness.
Welcome to the 100th strip in Molarity Redux, the continuing adventures of Jim Mole and friends. So, what part of “’til death do us part” did you not understand?
“Where are you from?” is a question that frequently stumps Marisa Iati, whose article was awarded an honorable mention in this magazine’s 2015 Young Alumni Essay contest.
I stood outside Main Building just before midnight this past Sunday, shivering in the frigid snow, waiting for my candle to be lit. A classmate shared a light; I hurried through the door. A huge gust of below-freezing wind immediately blew out the flame.
The Ghetto Biennale is a biannual street art festival in Port-au-Prince that attracts artists, craftspeople and musicians from all over the world. Wending our way down the tiny, irregular alleys, an overwhelming sensation of welcome and warmth emanates from the shacks and workshops.
Father Joe Corpora, CSC, has been named a Missionary of Mercy by Pope Francis and will travel to Rome on Ash Wednesday this year to formally receive this commission to be a “living sign” of God’s forgiveness. In 2010, he wrote this essay for Notre Dame Magazine about spending Holy Week in the remote Mexican village of Tequepexpan, a place full of unexpected trouble and grace.
Ever since Pope Francis opened the Jubilee Year of Mercy last month I keep coming back to this experience.
Sara Felsenstein recalls her grandmother in this article, which was awarded an honorable mention in Notre Dame Magazine’s 2015 Young Alumni Essay Contest.
Reading Go Set a Watchman forces a reconsideration of To Kill a Mockingbird. Not of its literary value but of the qualities that we, like Scout, projected onto Atticus beyond what his actions warranted.
November, 1980: When the Lord’s ways were at their most mysterious.
It was a time of celebration, theatrics were in order, the mood was indeed festive. Shakespeare was in the air
Notre Dame graduates in the news
Creative works by Notre Dame graduates, professors and friends.
Deaths of Notre Dame alumni
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When Joseph Cashore ’71 came back to Notre Dame to perform his marionette show at reunion festivities, his classmate Tim DiPiero took a pass. DiPiero jokes that the choice between going to see a “puppet show” or hanging out in the beer tent with his buddies wasn’t a difficult decision. But he heard friends who did go rave about it later, so he was determined to see the show at the next reunion. DiPiero, like many who see Cashore’s shows, says he was “blown away.”
Lifting a panel of romaine lettuce, Jan Pilarski ’79, ’96M.A., exposes a tangle of plump roots. Over a year’s time, her social enterprise business, Green Bridge Growers, can produce several hundred pounds of organic vegetables and herbs. The entrepreneurial venture Pilarski began with her son Chris Tidmarsh is an aquaponic farming operation that provides training and jobs for young adults on the autism spectrum.
Graduates from the class of 2010 won first and second place in the magazine’s third annual Young Alumni Essay Contest.
Notre Dame has reversed a long-standing policy against manufacturing licensed products in China, where the law prohibits free association for workers. University President Rev. John I. Jenkins, CSC, ’76 announced the decision in an October letter to the campus community.
Acting on the recommendation of a Worker Participation Committee made up of students, faculty and administrators, Jenkins instituted a pilot program with selected Chinese factories “to see if they can meet and sustain worker treatment standards in keeping with Catholic social teaching.”…
I once worked with a guy who claimed to be a male witch. A warlock. His name was Stephen. You never called him Steve. This is at Staples, back in my college days. Stephen staffs the copy center and the computer aisle. Those are his domains, and he rules them as if he’s the wise man on the mountaintop, imparting wisdom to customers asking questions about toner cartridges and paper weight.
It was my dad who brought me to college for my admissions interview. The college was 700 miles from our house. We drove through the night. I was 17. My father was younger than I am now. It was autumn. The college campus was the most collegiate campus you could ever imagine. It was exactly what you thought a college campus would be. It was obviously a set for a film about college.
The scale of predicted damage from climate change, with economic fallout estimated to reach hundreds of trillions of dollars, will require an environmental bailout in which human investment must be total.
This essay by Will Erickson ‘10 won second place in _Notre Dame Magazine’s_ 2015 Young Alumni Essay Contest.
“He’s right over there,” the receptionist directed after buzzing me into the neonatal intensive care unit. Other than that familiar hospital soundtrack of persistent beeping, the unit was quiet as I walked toward my client’s incubator. “Hi, I’m your lawyer,” I said softly as I peeked at my 15-day-old client.
The bloody fighting between combative Irish nationalists and the British military didn’t escape the attention of students and faculty on the Notre Dame campus.
I was lounging in a bathtub when the police called. Despite the messy relationship between flip-phones and water, I managed to answer.
“Would you like to come down to the barracks?” the state trooper asked.
You don’t hide from the police, especially if you have something to hide. Good liars don’t feel the tremors, the sweat, the Sherman McCoy panic, the overall social ineptitude that plague me in these situations. That evening, as the trooper led me downstairs to the interrogation room, I struggled even to walk. I could go to jail.…
The Keough-Naughton Institute’s Easter Rising documentary chronicles Ireland’s violent declaration of independence and its global reverberations.
Jack Lloyd ’58, who became one of the most familiar and distinctive voices of Notre Dame sports in nearly 50 years as a public address announcer, died in September after a brief illness. He was 79.
During Lloyd’s long tenure, he was known as a consummate professional, an all the more impressive reputation because he was never paid.…