Follow along with Art Therapy and Counseling students and faculty on their journey through South Africa and at an orphanage in Zimbabwe via photos on the College’s Facebook >> facebook.com/UrsulineCollege.
Spreading cheer: Ursuline serves women and children at Domestic Violence & Child Advocacy Center holiday event
The Marketing Department represented the College last night at the Domestic Violence & Child Advocacy Center‘s annual Twinkle Shop, an event for families living at the agency’s shelter to shop for holiday gifts for one another, have a delicious meal and play like crazy. The Marketing gals took photos of each family with Santa and ran a craft table. Moms and their children decorated frames to display their new photos!
Thanks for having us, DVCAC! For more information about the Center, visit dvcac.org.
Today, Ursuline College is joining a national day of generosity, #GivingTuesday. It is a day when you can make a big impact on helping students to achieve their educational and career goals by emphasizing the whole person and providing personalized attention within a liberal arts higher educational environment.
Give small – please consider donating $10 to your college and alma mater, Ursuline College. Donate here.
Comedienne Joan Rivers, 81, died while hospitalized at New York’s Mount Sinai hospital on Thursday. She was a savvy business woman, mother, over-the-top funny and women’s college graduate (Barnard College, Class of 1954). Here’s Joan talking about her own funeral in her 2012 book, I Hate Everyone … Starting With Me:
When I die (and, yes, Melissa, that day will come; and, yes, Melissa, everything’s in your name), I want my funeral to be a huge showbiz affair with lights, cameras, action….I want Craft services, I want paparazzi and I want publicists making a scene! I want it to be Hollywood all the way. I don’t want some rabbi rambling on; I want Meryl Streep crying, in five different accents. I don’t want a eulogy; I want Bobby Vinton to pick up my head and sing “Mr. Lonely.” I want to look gorgeous, better dead than I do alive. I want to be buried in a Valentino gown and I want Harry Winston to make me a toe tag. And I want a wind machine so that even in the casket my hair is blowing just like Beyonce’s.