David McGrath is an emeritus English professor at the College of DuPage
and author of “South Siders.”
Though it has taken nearly a year, a resolution is finally within reach after last year’s shocking news that my birth family is not Irish.
Published: Chicago Tribune March 16, 2023
An awkward moment in time, a memory forever and a mystery of what might have been.
Published: Notre Dame Magazine, February 14, 2023
This Valentine's Day, I plan to re-create the most romantic thing I have ever done for my wife. It happened at my cousin's wake.
Published: Chicago Tribune Tuesday, February 14, 2023
If you're a student beware 9 out of 10 who cheat with ChatGPT would likely be caught, earning an F for their trouble or outright expulsion.
Published: Chicago Tribune January 28, 2023
Unlike many of my boomer brethren, I do not yearn for the good old days.
Instead, I embrace change and shed no tears for the disappearance of manual typewriters, four-barrel carburetors or Meister Brau beer. But there have been some extinctions for which there was no rhyme or reason, and whose losses, I believe, have diminished us in some way.
So, in the spirit of optimism and hope for the new year, I advocate a comeback of the following worthy staples of American life for 2023.
Published: Chicago Tribune December 31, 2022
This is a memory of a bit of trouble that happened around the end of daylight saving time in 1962 after I made the cut for St. Bernadette’s eighth grade basketball team in Evergreen Park.
Published: Chicago Tribune Saturday, November 12, 2022
My conclusion is not that of a detached observer but as a survivor of Hurricane Ian, among the most violent storms in Florida’s history. Published: Chicago Tribune Thursday, October 6, 2022
After reading the invitation to my Evergreen Park High School reunion, I forwarded it to my wife for laughs, just before deleting it. The prospect of attending a gathering of senior citizens whose faces evoke only unpleasant flashbacks from the 1960s seemed like torture to me.
Published: Chicago Tribune Saturday, September 10, 2022
When my wife and I got married in August 1972, I was a substitute teacher for Chicago Public Schools earning $40 a day. Marianne had a permanent gig as a fourth grade teacher at St. Barnabas Elementary for $5,000 a year.
Published: Chicago Tribune Saturday, August 20, 2022
David teaches his granddaughter Summer how to cast a fishing rod.
Published: suntimes.com Sunday, June 12, 2022
In Florida, if you’re lucky to be the first who wakes up, you are treated to a private welcoming by the still salt air, the plum-colored light.
Published: Notre Dame Magazine Summer 2021
Summertime: Like that brief moment in the morning when you first open your eyes, arch your back and stretch. You hold it. You purr luxuriously. You try to prolong the delicious feeling. But it never lasts. I learned the truth when I turned 12.
Published: Notre Dame Magazine August 17, 2021
A teacher for 35 years, I learned a crucial lesson about the profession when I was still in high school. It happened when I was 15 and addicted to Lucky Strikes. In the 1960s, Luckies were a man’s cigarette, because they were unfiltered and had a strong tobacco flavor. In Rebel Without a Cause, one was clenched between the lips of James Dean, the coolest male actor who ever lived.
Published: Notre Dame Magazine Spring, 2022