My experience of Holy Week in Jerusalem this year was marked by deep tragedy and profound compassion, tied together by . . . tattoos.
If the hundreds of people who walked into Washington Hall weren’t already chanting “U-S-A!” in their heads last Tuesday, April 18, around noon, the organizers of the “special naturalization oath ceremony” did everything in their power to change that.
Participating in a Mass from a chapel overlooking Jerusalem during a Spring Break pilgrimage to the Holy Land, the writer remembers how Jesus wept over the city from that very same spot. The vision was both beautiful and terrifying.
While cervical cancer has dropped out of the top 10 cancer killers in most developed countries — thanks to a simple screening test, the Pap smear — it tops the list in Haiti, where Ange is my patient. Yet Ange’s story is no different from the stories of many women in the United States, particularly among the poor and uninsured.
From snarky to sweet, this memoir by lifestyle expert Clinton Kelly gives readers plenty to chew on.
While our heroes take a break backstage, the student body learns a valuable life lesson: There’s no better remedy for lofty aspirations than micromanagement.
I have an ongoing email exchange with a doctor in Pittsburgh whom I’ve never met. Every once in a while, out of the blue, I receive a thank-you note from Kurt Weiss ’97.
Today should be different. Such were the author’s sentiments on a Good Friday long ago in Seattle, Washington.
Frank, my brother-in-law, works in the emergency room of a medical center in Arkansas. About twice a year our families get together for the holidays. We catch up on news, share meals and hear how Frank comes to terms with carnage.
The fact that it’s in a forest is only the beginning of how Emil Olesen’s farm is out of the ordinary.
Our senior university photographer spent a day and a night at the Bengal Bouts finals, getting behind the scenes and up close to the action to capture the spirit of a boxing tournament that has raised essential funds for Holy Cross’ work in Bangladesh since 1931.
How do you turn the home of Fighting Irish basketball into the Notre Dame equivalent of Madison Square Garden on fight night? Watch it all unfold in 30 seconds through the lens of senior university photographer Matt Cashore ’94.
To Thom Behrens ’16, barefoot has become a way of life. The house manager at Jerusalem Farm, an urban community rooted in Catholic intentionality, says being barefoot calls to mind the deep connection with the Earth he experiences through the farm’s emphasis on simplicity and sustainability.
A decision on sanctuary status, a commencement speaker, and more campus news.
Creative works by Notre Dame people
Foxes walk on their toes. The female is called a vixen. A group is called a “skulk” or “leash,” although foxes are largely solitary except when nestled as a family with young in their lair. They may weigh 7 to 24 pounds. They are nocturnal. Have vertical slit pupils like cats, see quite well at night. When hunting they stalk and pounce, rarely chasing. Omnivorous, they eat two pounds per day, have a superior sense of smell. They reproduce once a year, have a life span generally of one to four years. These are some of the facts I have gathered about foxes. But it doesn’t mean I know foxes, or understand the fox.
One day in my rambles I found the school’s tiny basketball court in a copse of sassafras and bottlebrush trees. Four boys were playing on it, and I stopped to watch, as I love basketball above all other games, love its grace and humor and creativity and generosity and simplicity, a game that can be played beautifully by anyone of any size, a game that does not reward violence, a game that does reward selflessness and inventiveness and speed and liquidity.
It was a cold spring day in 2011 when Jess, my sister, asked me to meet her at a barn to see the Arabian horse she wanted to buy. “I need your help to decide whether I should take him home,” she said, which really meant Jess had already bought the gelding and needed me to tell her husband that she’d found a great horse. Act first; then assess. That’s her way.
From a distance they looked like new lovers. Their steps didn’t match as they walked in the soft foam and back again onto the sweet wet sand. Their bodies strained toward each other with a kind of unfulfilled longing. Up close an observer could see that he was old and she middle-aged. They shared the same blue eyes framed by dark lashes and brows. His were red and watery; hers set in a new Florida tan. Their conversation was intense with effort.
Dante scholars give Notre Dame’s collection a glorious afterlife
From the day of his ordination in 1943 until he said his last Mass on the day he died in 2015, Hesburgh conducted himself in ways that provided abiding lessons. A few of them are worth remembering throughout this anniversary year — and into the future.
Deaths of Notre Dame graduates
Big dreams can come true. Six months after graduating from Notre Dame, where Aileen Villareal had served as a football student manager, the 22-year-old left her stint as an unpaid marketing development intern for the Houston Astros to begin a successful six-year career in media relations with the Detroit Tigers.
The images of the millions of displaced people living in refugee camps can be overwhelming to those who wish to offer assistance. It hurts even more to know that, as the Refugee Council USA says, “Over half of all recorded refugees are children who have been deprived of their material possessions, statehood, and sometimes even loved ones.” Steve Lehmann ’14MBA had an idea for how to ease the distress of dispossessed children.
Letters from readers
A muse in stone for Notre Dame’s poets
Timothy S. Fuerst, a prolific economist, popular teacher and beloved colleague to his fellow faculty members, died February 21 at age 54 after a 10-month battle with stomach cancer.
In a letter to The Observer after Fuerst’s death, fellow economics professor Joe Kaboski described him as a “saint” and “the most upbeat person I’ve ever known,” for whom laughter and whistling were constant musical accompaniments to his presence.…
Notre Dame alumni in the news
Just as an artist uses negative space to strengthen a composition, Jim Swintal ’79 considers the spaces between race cars to make sure drivers traveling upwards of 200 mph have delineated boundaries. “I see the world a little differently than most people,” says Swintal, who works as the voice of race control with the IndyCar series. In the offseason, he creates highly detailed, commissioned works of art depicting race cars during competitions.
How Notre Dame helps athletes excel in the here and now without losing sight of the future