The book I’m re-reading now is Resurrection: The Miracle Season That Saved Notre Dame by Jim Dent. I read it first about five years ago and boisterously recommend it to fellow alums I meet during the reunions each summer. It is particularly poignant now with the death of legendary football coach Ara Parseghian.
I don't know what I been told. The air by the ice cream just got cold.
Dear Mr. President: I know that mentioning the phrases “Russian hacking” and “tax returns” might raise your blood pressure or lead your thumbs to a Twitter thread. So I apologize at the outset for raising two of your least favorite subjects in this letter.
Salvaged brick from the university's earliest days helps rebuild the campus.
Somewhere along the way it got into our minds and hearts that the goal in the life of any serious Christian is to stop sinning or to get beyond sin. I hear it all the time when I meet with sincere and earnest students.
New construction transforms a campus being remodeled to advance the University's ambitions.
I’ve had 50 years to think about Mike Trombley. To recall the hours we shared. To speculate on what he would have become.
We read Zadie Smith in my Creative Non-Fiction class at Notre Dame last year. In that same class we did an exercise on the diversity of our literary canon, which is overwhelmingly beige. This is a problem in all media, and Swing Time digs into this, with class differences at the center of the story and race also playing a factor.
Literary giants, please check your egos at the door to my cortex.
Galactic archaeology digs into the origins of the universe.
In his essays, novels and life, Brian Doyle '78 traveled to the very edges of reality, spirit, nature and mystery.
A friend who had once taught a blind person how to play golf gave up on me after two lessons. Much as I can lose track of time when strolling through Pinterest, my abilities in the make-it, bake-it, craft-it world are abysmal. And how much more time can I spend with family before we all start throwing leftover Jell-O salad at each other? Ah, yes, retirement.
I have always been interested in the relationship Joseph P. Kennedy had with Father John J. Cavanaugh, CSC, president of Notre Dame from 1946 to ’52. So I was pleased to pick up The Patriarch: The Remarkable Life and Turbulent Times of Joseph P. Kennedy and find this story.
When you play the game of elephant polo, as one does, rules must be followed, particularly on the side of the elephants. No elephant can sit down in front of its goal in order to defend it. That’s a foul. No more than two elephants from the same team can be on one half of the field at one time. Foul. And an elephant cannot use its trunk to pick up the ball. They do anyway. “They'll lob it. They'll pick it up and kind of throw it, and it's funny,” says David Partridge ’13EMBA.
Caution. One wrong turn and the whole semester spins out of control.
The women of Chile danced alone back then, dancing for the Families of the Disappeared, as a way to denounce the senseless loss of sons and lovers stolen in the dark of night.
“Some days it was routine. Other days I would sit at the microfilm reader and weep,” says William Cavanaugh ’84.
Shayne Bushfield ’94, aka Thorsten A. Integrity, quit his job to run an online game now played by 8,500 of the smartest people in the world.
Along with being titled after the first names of their female main characters, the television series Flo, Gloria, Tabitha, Daria, Phyllis, Rhoda, Maude, and Kendra all share, most prominently, what other particular distinction? 1956’s The Adventures of Champion is, arguably, the first series to hold the distinction in question.
About a mile beneath the surface of the Earth, where miners once searched for gold, Notre Dame physicists now dig for unseen secrets of the universe. And Ken Garcia is on their trail.
Meditations of a once-aspiring mystic on the brink of growing up.
Creative Works by Notre Dame people.
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A life of triumph, traged and simple, decent humanity
A priest who practiced justice
Robert P. McIntosh, an ecologist and Notre Dame faculty member from 1959 to 1987, died July 7 at age 96.
Resolve and reflection along the Notre Dame trail
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I remember watching an episode of Scrubs one time where the young doctors were racing against the clock on a Friday afternoon to find answers for a patient before the inevitable slowdown of the weekend struck. Before I worked in a hospital, I assumed this was an exaggeration. When I graduated from residency this past summer, though, I could attest: It’s definitely not an exaggeration. You should do your very best to have medical emergencies on Monday mornings, whenever possible.