Spin is not new. Consider the Tudors, who likely as not created the myth of Evil King Richard III. Until quite recently, however, there was such a thing as a counterargument.
A long time ago in a research and development laboratory far, far away, Raphi Giangiulio made a little piece of cinematic history.
I want you to know that you deserve to be here. You are no less worthy than they are. You are not operating at a deficit.
I’ve increasingly spent time with aspirational genre fiction, the spy novel or murder mystery that is far better than its neighboring peers on nearby bookshelves but will never be confused with Faulkner. And if you throw a story about Ireland into the mix, well, I’ll be ready to plop down some money for the trip. That’s how I came recently to reading In the Woods by Tana French.
Oh yeah, that. Fun for you, maybe.
On the night before Christmas, when I was little, the very air would be teeming with excitation. The world felt wondrous and magical and alive in anticipation of the unbelievable making a real-life visit.
One day about halfway through his work as the main carpenter on the Notre Dame organ, Andreas Schonger wiped out while training for a mountain bike race and broke his collarbone. The accident was bad enough that firefighters had to carry him out of the forest.
The road I have traveled was due much more to luck than skill, and to seizing opportunities that privilege and fortune placed on my path along the way.
For 14 years, Anne Perry, known for her Victorian-era mysteries, has offered the yearly Christmas gift of a holiday novella. Her A Christmas Promise, released in 2009, evokes a world familiar to fans of Charles Dickens.
Welcome to Molarity Redux, the continuing adventures of Jim Mole and friends. Skip the undigested bits of beef and go straight for the Ghost of Christmas Past.
Bone up on your organ knowledge; impress your friends.
Decades later, militarists and historians still wondered how it could have happened.
A first-of-its-kind class rotates from Notre Dame to Holy Cross to Saint Mary’s each week, with students from each school asking how we might live better in relation to creation.
When they went to bed on election night, most Americans — even in GOP quarters — thought the outcome of 2016 was a foregone conclusion. But by the time the presidential and other electoral results became known, it was the Democrats who were left wondering what their party’s fortunes might be.
I have so loved this year and being a missionary of mercy that I had thought about sneaking into St. Peter’s and getting behind the Holy Door, so that when the Holy Father tried to close it, it wouldn’t.