When Katherine Corcoran graduated from Notre Dame, she chose to join the press and report on the commencement ceremony, which featured Ronald Reagan as the speaker, rather than walking with her classmates. “[I]f you want to be a journalist, that’s your role. . . . Your way of being involved and your service to the society is with the pen and the notebook.”
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The landscape of sexual orientation and of gender identity is changing faster than a three-year-old falls asleep at a Sunday homily. While the Church does not have to jump on every bandwagon that passes by, it must listen to and read the signs of the times.
He admits he grew up mostly reading and playing video games indoors, taking for granted the joys of his family’s tidy, picturesque farm. But a seed was planted during the writer’s boyhood that is sprouting now into an appetite for the self-sufficient life. “Somehow,” he writes, “homesteading is all I can think about.”
Sophia Lyon Fahs’ Today’s Children and Yesterday’s Heritage: A Philosophy of Creative Religious Development is a wonder of a book, an argument for experiential learning first published in 1952, way ahead of its time.
Ah, incoming freshmen. There’s one born every minute.
The teachers in her elementary school may not have wanted her at all, Tara Hunt McMullen ’12 admits. They just wanted her mother’s famous soda bread.
At Notre Dame, the home of the Fighting Irish, the University’s founder, Father Edward Sorin, CSC, actually banned observance of St. Patrick’s Day.
Phil Sakimoto has a quintessential American story, but he’s reluctant to tell it. Although it’s a proud family history of resilience and courage, it’s also one of national shame.
I’ve read a lot of books where the authors try to put their own spin on a fairy tale. They’re usually well-written, and it’s always fun to try to spot the big twist. But the most beautiful take on a classic tale I have ever read is Marillier’s Sevenwaters trilogy.
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Some years ago I decided that I would invite 10 students to my room in Dillon Hall one random evening. I blind copied all of them so no one knew who else was coming. I told them I would be serving pizza. And everyone would have an opportunity to tell the story of how they came to Notre Dame.
Maybe boredom explains why we’re not paying attention to what’s happening right now with Social Security and Medicare, the subject of a lunch-hour presentation that accountancy professor Jeff Burks ’97 made on campus a few weeks ago. If so, it appears our indifference will cost us.
Junior Parents Weekend didn’t even cross the author’s radar until he received an email from his son in late October. “He was in Dublin for the fall semester, and our communications with him were typically erratic and brief, so the fact he mentioned it at all gave us a clue: This was important.”
Before we bid farewell to the lovers’ month, our spring intern has a few observations to make about the state of romance — and its annual celebration — on campus.
When President Donald Trump takes the rostrum next week for his first address to a joint session of Congress, will he train his rhetorical firepower on what he asserts is “the enemy of the American people”?
A medical doctor and a Syrian immigrant, my colleague Yousef is driven by fear that a knock on the door could mean the end of his American dream.
Today, the art of letter writing has been largely lost. One can, of course, fairly ask: Who needs to write letters anymore, with the advent of email, text messaging and Facebook? Well, two young women writers — Amy Andrews and Jessica Mesman Griffith — discovered the need or, rather, the spiritual need to do so.
Contemplating the future? Let it never be said that you dreamed too small.
Animal House. Old School. Van Wilder. If you ask any student in America for a “college movie,” the odds are you’ll be told to go watch one of these, or another like them. Everybody knows a college movie when they see one, because these movies have one thing in common: beer.
Our saga begins with an email from the magazine’s art director at 9:08 a.m. on Wednesday, December 14. It read: “While on my way to work I saw a near frozen cat in the middle of a field too cold to go any further. I picked him up and took him home. Need to run to the store to get litter. Should be in shortly.”
Why is there so much unrest in the Middle East? Political scientist Scott Hibbard, a visiting research fellow at the Kroc Institute of International Peace Studies, points to the fallout from America’s 15-year-old, no-win war on terror.
Let me tell you a story. It should sound familiar. It’s about a local judge who is supposed to decide a complicated insurance case.
For four years, after Christmas break, I’d headed back to Notre Dame for a brand new semester, a fresh start. New classes, new professors, a clean slate. This was different.
The same day I started reading The Girls, I heard that Charles Manson, age 82, had been taken from his jail cell to the hospital. A fitting coincidence of timing, as the actions of a Manson-like cult form the backdrop of Emma Cline’s unsettling coming-of-age novel.
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Congratulations on getting into the school of your dreams. I know you put a lot of work into getting here, so, well done. Okay, now that we have that behind us. . . .
Alyssa Morones’ looks at how her life is buttressed by the dreams of others in her essay, which received an honorable mention in this magazine’s 2016 Young Alumni Essay Contest.
Before moving into his rental house in Seattle last year, Ben Wooley felt he needed to give his future housemates a warning. “Just so you know,” he told them, “I have a lot of instruments, and not all of them are going to fit in my room.”
You are about to begin a big adventure. Here is some advice I’d give to you if I could go back to my freshman year at Notre Dame.