Almost 70 years had passed since Captain Charles D. Stapleton was killed in action. The white cross offers very few clues of the life so honored there. Etched into the stone cross is Captain Stapleton’s name and rank and home state. That’s it. But it’s not quite where this story begins.
Ever since my appointment as a Missionary of Mercy in February, I have received several hundred emails and notes and phone calls congratulating me, promising prayers and asking questions. Most people don’t know quite what to say.
Frustrated with the consistent dysfunction of the Haitian government — and, often, of the institutions I work with — I’ve decided to leave an organization I’ve worked for on and off for 12 years and launch a new organization called Equal Health International.
As I sat in my window seat aboard a turbo-prop plane operated by Red Carpet Airlines, I saw a steady drip, drip, drip of oil falling from the right engine onto the tarmac. This was the spring of 1979 and I was part of a U.S. athletics delegation headed to Havana.
At Notre Dame athletics has always been a very big deal. And Games the Irish Play: The History of Non Varsity and Recreational Sport at the University of Notre Dame is a very big book, providing a thorough history of nonvarsity and recreational sports at Notre Dame, from 1842 right up to the present.
Welcome to Molarity Redux, the continuing adventures of Jim Mole and friends. Providence is the best insurance, but it doesn’t offer complete coverage.
As research strengthens the connection between football and head trauma, the sport’s inherent dangers cast a lengthening shadow.
The weekend opened early Friday evening with one of my dad’s go-to jokes. The one I’ve heard 100 times, but that everyone else finds hilarious when hearing it the first time.
A literature professor who teaches about the U.S.-Mexico border reflects on the troubled lives and deaths of would-be migrants — from the southern side of the desert wall built to keep them out.
Liam Neeson asked us to hold our applause as he prepared to recite W.B. Yeats’ poem “Easter 1916” and introduce the Keough-Naughton Institute’s forthcoming documentary about the Irish rebellion.
On Ash Wednesday 2016, the author was in Rome to receive Pope Francis’ commission as a Missionary of Mercy. We asked him to tell us what that means.
I have no reason to care about James Rebanks, or his sheep, his devoted sheepdogs, his adorable children or the pastoral lands of his ancestors. Still, I’ve followed him with rapt attention, seeking out his Twitter feed and, now, his memoir on his family, his farm, his way of life.
Morrison Schwartzer: Working class hero? Or just a jealous guy?
Father Hesburgh’s strength was discerning the proper path through the most vexing challenges, then having the savvy to get the job done.
Even though he left the University presidency in 1987, there was nothing retiring about the home stretch of a life always lived to the fullest.