March 22, 2022 Tiny town heroes? Might take a second look A few months ago, we were driving west of Indianapolis when I saw a road sign pointing to Cloverdale. My heart skipped a beat….
March 18, 2022 Moor or Less: Of Sssssnakes, Sorukas and Spin The 20-something hiker, a Ball State baseball cap on his head, went by me on our descent from one of the ridge trails around…
March 10, 2022 This newspaper put the choke-hold on itself These days, when people lament the decline of the daily newspaper, the consensus is that it was the internet’s fault. The picture we get…
March 7, 2022 The sweet sound of an affliction called nostalgia “The things you loved when you were young will never be able to make you young again. The reluctant acceptance of this fact is…
March 4, 2022 A Rosie Place event gave me a perspective check Every now and again, a heavy dollop of perspective smacks us right in the face. I had one of those moments the evening of…
February 23, 2022 Even as a longtime fainter, I can still donate blood I come from a line of fainters, at least that has been my life-long story. My maternal grandfather was a fainter, according to my…
February 23, 2022 Moor or Less: It was Spike from the very beginning Note: This story is part of a series that Bill Moor is writing for Clay Methodist Church on some of its members’ lives, including…
February 15, 2022 Are we whistling past too many graveyards? I love the term “whistling past the graveyard.” It speaks to me in terms of imagining people whistling a happy tune as they stroll…
February 14, 2022 Moor or Less: Jean Gates Celebrated Her 75th Anniversary Before She Passed When Jean Inglefield — later Jean Gates — went to Adams High School in the early 1940s, schoolmate Fred Crowe said she was the…
February 7, 2022 True story, but would you believe it — or ever see it A few years ago, I met a woman who wanted to learn how to write. She had moved to town, took a clerical job…
February 3, 2022 Moor or Less: Of a Flat Tire, Four Lug Nuts and an Unscheduled Stop in St. Louis My car once overheated while I was driving my daughter and three of her teammates to a soccer tournament in Wisconsin. I had to…
February 2, 2022 It’s Time to Go Back to the Purcell Center Not that you need my permission, but here it is: You can go back to the Purcell Center to watch basketball. Men’s basketball, or…
January 29, 2022 Cincinnati Bagels (Who Dey?) And Other NFL Playoff Observations From My Couch Cincinnati Bagels (Who Dey) & Other NFL Playoff Observations from My Couch Unless my 70-plus year-old brain is failing me again, I seem to…
January 29, 2022 Mulligan Stew: How I Know Jeff Pelley is Guilty of “The Prom Night Murders” OK, I will no longer wait for someone to ask me how I was involved in solving the “Prom Night” murders. Jeff Pelley was…
January 25, 2022 Thoughts of Friendship You know that saying, “You’re the average of the five people you surround yourself with”? Friends. I thank God for them. I see them…
January 22, 2022 Moor or Less: She continues to help her fellow Kenyans Note: This story is part of a series that Bill Moor is writing for Clay Methodist Church on some of its members’ lives, including…
January 20, 2022 Children of incarcerated are not forgotten by Angel Tree My church, Grace United Methodist Church in South Bend, has for years participated in the Angel Tree program, where our members purchase Christmas gifts…
January 16, 2022 Moor or Less: Bullets flew while she continued to practice Note: This story is part of a series that Bill Moor is writing for Clay Methodist Church on some of its members’ lives, including…
January 12, 2022 And from the readers… Here’s an e-mail from Andy Nickle, a retired South Bend attorney who is a graduate of Adams High School, Hillsdale College and Notre Dame’s…
January 11, 2022 Moor or Less: Remembering Ross, following Eric, decluttering duty Notre Dame defensive end Ross Browner couldn’t get a grasp on Pitt’s Tony Dorsett as he dashed out of the Panthers’ backfield in the…