Caroline Kurt

The pro-life debate comes down to real lives, like that of my sister Mary Grace. Wrote this story as a freshman and don't know if I can top it. Worth a read. hillsdalecollegian.com/2022/11/there-…

At Commencement, @Hillsdale's Class President Ty Ruddy spoke with gratitude about the responsibilities that come with a good education. Education is not only for success in the world, but for learning what is true and becoming the kind of person capable of living by it. It is a hopeful thing to hear a young man speak thoughtfully about those permanent things upon which happy lives depend. Ty makes fun of me in the speech. Its quality makes that easy to bear.

A major reason that it didn’t make sense to use AI to write an essay about a substantive topic is that until you write the essay you don’t actually know what you want to say or what you think. You think you do, but it is the writing itself that actually gets the thinking done.

🎶 The Swiss Guard surprises Pope Leo XIV with ‘Sweet Caroline’ at his second swearing-in ceremony

Congrats @Moira_Gleason_, another @Hillsdale & @HDaleCollegian success story.

No one is excluded from God’s love! With our unique pasts, mistakes, and sufferings, each one of us remains precious in the Lord’s eyes. Jesus revealed this to us in His every encounter, gesture, and word. He loved us to the very end, showing us that he believed in the power of love to change even the hardest of hearts. #ApostolicJourney #EquatorialGuinea

@heymiller @Hillsdale Authorities say that in ancient times, this is where freshmen who failed to define "the good" were sacrificed.

Archaeologists have uncovered an ancient megalithic structure on the campus of @Hillsdale

sorry for harping on this but the problem of “knowing what you want to say but not how to say it” often means you haven’t yet figured out what you want to say. if you turn to an LLM to help organize loose thoughts into prose, you’re outsourcing your cognition to a machine

The Collegian will be in good hands! Congrats Ellie. You’ve earned it.

Writing is thinking. Don’t let AI think for you.

The slope is not so much slippery as frictionless.

King Solomon died yesterday at two and a half months old. We loved him really well, and we don't have any regrets. We got nine days at home with him after 61 days in the NICU. Nine will never feel like enough, but we must accept what is given to us––we were never in control. Let's take stock of all God's mercies, how He worked through people: My OB, who heard my conviction about carrying Sol to term even with his disabilities, and supported it fully, with empathy and respect; the nurses in the Lenox Hill NICU, where he spent the majority of his time, who loved him so tenderly, like he was their own; his physical therapist, who saw extreme hope for him despite his disabilities, and tried to make it so; my mom, who put her own life on hold to come live in New York with us for the whole winter, to watch Zev and keep our household running; Zev, who wanted to wear matching pajamas with his brother each night he was home (and some of the nights Sol was in the NICU), who was eager to come to the hospital with us to play in the lobby even though he wasn't often allowed in the NICU, who chose not to be afraid of hospitals or tubes but to touch and kiss and snuggle his brother whenever he was able; @nwilliams030 and @rSanti97, who camped out at the hospital during Sol's final days so we would never feel alone, who watched Zev whenever our family had to dip back down to Texas; the people who covered us in prayer all over the country. Perhaps most of all, I'm grateful for my husband: He wasn't Catholic or pro-life when we met, but life experience has brought him to these beliefs. They ground us now; his faith is steadfast. He didn't leave Sol's side during those final, hardest days. He doesn't falter. Something tragic happened to our family, but we won't become permanently sad or dark; we really believe in God's promises. We're called to hope, no matter what, and the best we can do is serve our children with everything we've got. That's what we did, and in the process we got to glimpse the goodness of the Lord over and over again.

Sometimes Shakespeare achieves perfection.

CULTURE | Dog carcasses, bad paintings, and hiccups: Everything is game for poetry to Hillsdale alumnus Forester McClatchey ’16.

So, a little transparent talk. Part of the way I have dealt with cancer is by trying not to slow down on the work front. Brian and I talk with my doctors a lot, and it’s become a running joke between us all that they tell me how long I need to sit out after surgery and what not, and I negotiate with them how much wiggle room is in those orders. And I’m trying to come to terms with the fact that I know that part of the reason I’m doing that is because if I’m busy, I’m not thinking about cancer. If I have a speech to write, then I’m not researching cancer. If I’m giving an interview on some political fight, then I’m not talking about cancer. And Brian and I are praying our way through this, trying to discern what is healthy confidence in the Lord that is telling me just to keep going forward without worrying, (because who by worrying can destroy a single cancer cell? That’s God’s department, not mine.) And how much of it is not confronting fears and grief I don’t want to confront. And I say all this to say, I don’t know what’s motivating Erika Kirk in her seemingly tireless effort to carry on Charlie’s work. I don’t know if this is a way that she is dealing with her grief just as I am dealing with my fear, trying to stay too busy to leave margins for thinking about it. I don’t know if God would have her handling things differently. That is between her and God. Who am I to judge another’s servant? But I know this. It would be crushing to me if people were just out there saying abominable things like I’m a psychopath because I’m dealing with my fear in a different way than they would. It is absolutely heartless to render these judgments on someone you don’t know who has endured what she has endured based on nothing but your feelings.

“We are not some casual and meaningless product of evolution. Each of us is the result of a thought of God. Each of us is willed, each of us is loved, each of us is necessary.” –Pope Benedict XVI Requiescat In Pace, James Van Der Beek

They have little flower crowns! I love my Church.

@LeahLibresco Internet weirdo: to increase the fertility rate we need to kick ladies out of the workforce and repeal the 19th Amendment Normal American woman: to have babies, I’d like to marry a really great guy who is going to treat raising kids as an important and shared project

It was a wonderful opportunity to work with Aidan, co-founder of the Madison Federalist, on this piece. Check out this and more fantastic offerings from The College Beat! wordonfire.org/articles/marxi…

That part in “Knives Out” where the priest talks about story telling is mighty fine writing.