The Monogram Club’s Heaton Fund assists former Notre Dame athletes in need.
Kiley Adams ’17, in her own words.
Traveling along Route 66, at a motel breakfast bar in Holbrook, Arizona, a lovely act of generosity begs us to look at life the way we look at art.
Students who are overbooked and overburdened should make time to care for themselves.
The pursuit of excellence starts early and drives many young people toward the nation’s elite colleges and universities. But success has its costs, and victims.
LBJ knew that getting the Civil Rights Act passed would cost the Democratic Party for decades to come, but — according to Father Hesburgh — he resorted to strong-arm tactics anyway.
Whether art, artifact or architecture, Jack Simmerling ’57 spent his life creating and capturing the beauty he saw around him.
I have always loved magazines. I remember, as a boy, poring over the copies of Life and Look, The Saturday Evening Post and National Geographic, Boys’ Life, Sports Illustrated, even Redbook, Vogue, Good Housekeeping and Time that came into our house.
The Renegade is a poem by Sam Hazo ’49, the author of numerous books of poetry, essays and fiction who was the founder and longtime director of the International Poetry Forum.
One month before my three-week summer study abroad with Notre Dame’s inaugural creative writing class in Ireland, I was admitted to the hospital for mononucleosis, viral meningitis and encephalitis. I barely remember the week I spent in that bed, too nauseous to eat and being awakened for blood samples every time I managed to fall asleep.…
Lettters to the editor
In a world where so much of what we know and how we live is fleeting and ephemeral, it’s comforting to know that our natural waterways are secure in who and what they are. A corporate brand may change to suit the times or the strategy of the month or new leadership, but a creek or stream or river just does what it does, and it doesn’t care what you or I think about it.
How do you write about a memory that you have willed with every fiber of your body into blackness, into the furthest recesses of your mind, where only you and it live in the silent dark? I tried for years not to write this, I did everything except put these words on paper. How do you start an essay like this? Here is how: When I was 16 years old I was drugged and raped while I fought in and out of consciousness.
One time I was at a school near Melbourne, Australia. The school was on the farthest-flung outskirts of the city, and I had noticed the buildings grow sparser and the bush more pronounced as we drove north. My host named the trees for me: ironbark, gum, fig, wattle, beech. I saw two kangaroos, the first two I had ever seen.
My wife and I went to virtually every soccer game, track and gymnastics meet, dance recital, spelling bee, school play — you name it — through a total of 36 years of grade school and high school. We said “good job” whether or not it was true, as did all of the parents who faithfully showed up at each event. We did not reserve our praise only for the praiseworthy.
Notre Dame graduates in the news
Deaths of Notre Dame graduates
Seventy years ago this fall, a college football dynasty began that stands as one of the best ever. Andy Panelli ’77, ’83MBA would consider the qualifier superfluous. To Panelli, the son of postwar fullback John “Pep” Panelli ’49, the 1946 and 1947 Notre Dame teams remain unmatched in the history of college football.
A mix of entertainment and education to tell the story of slavery in America and the anti-slavery efforts of whites and blacks is the foundation of the Ray of Hope Project, launched by Alika Hope Bryan ’99 and Ray Morant in 2013.
It started with a broken heart. The broken heart led to wallowing in sad country songs. The sad country songs led Zach DuBois ’11 to write one of his own. And his sad song eventually led to music videos, a record label, opening gigs for country music stars, time on Country Music Television (CMT) and a top hit.
Creative works by Notre Dame people
“You’re a poopy head,” some say in tweets and Internet comments. OK, the foul tirades go beyond the language a 5-year-old might use, but the messages are a match in eloquence. The malicious invectives spewing forth online these days make me long for the era when contempt had some class.
Come all ye rolling minstrels and attend the ballad of the Flying V . . . in which Morrison Schwartzer, All American, finds his zenith.
Alfred Stepan’s Notre Dame homecoming earlier this month was billed as an opportunity for scholars and students of politics and global affairs to hear him present his hopes on the timely topic of democratic governance in the Muslim world.
A valued but nearly forgotten history rests beneath the wet grass of Notre Dame’s Cedar Grove Cemetery, where several decorative rocks lie scattered among the headstones. One rock is adorned with a weathered green plaque marking the gravesite of “Pottawatomie Indians.”
What was the highlight of the September 26 presidential debate between Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton? Was it when Donald said to Hillary, “I want you to be happy”? Or when Hillary said to Donald, “I know you live in your own reality”?
As horse-race polls — nationally and in battleground states — tighten between Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump, two other numerical findings in recent days shouldn’t gallop by without our taking notice.
They were really one team. Between the 1946 and 1947 football seasons, Notre Dame lost only three starters. In the debate for “best ever” in college football, Doctor Z of Sports Illustrated argued that it came down to one of those two teams.
Jordan Schank ’10, a member of the Notre Dame admissions staff, made immediate plans for the Father Ted stamp. But there’s no rush.
To understand the full meaning of the Parable of the Good Samaritan we need to understand that a parable is a story, told by Jesus, the intent of which is to get you to question your values, to question what you think, to turn your world upside down.