While darkness clouds this moment in history with children being held in detention, and racism and antisemitism stalking the streets, a free press, brave service men and women and fair keepers of the law are things to be thankful for, writes J.P. Devine.
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J.P. Devine: Making of a writer — stop, send
A belated Veterans Day column is more about becoming a writer, J.P. Devine writes.
J.P. Devine: Of poetry and pots
The Waterville writer wonders if his words have forked enough lightning among readers and resolves to not go gentle into the good night.
J.P. Devine: The fire next time
As California burns and danger spreads, J.P. Devine reflects on his own links to the dream destination for the very young.
J.P. Devine: 13 minutes, a reminder of breast cancer’s toll
For all the strides made in treatment, some 40,000 American women still die from breast cancer every year, J.P. Devine writes.
J.P. Devine: Our 58th anniversary waltz is about faith and hope
With the “big one” in sight, J.P. Devine reflects on anniversary gifts over the years and what they mean.
J.P. Devine: Cristoforo, we hardly knew ye
Controversies over Columbus Day and Indigenous Peoples’ Day are divisive and clumsy choices, J.P. Devine writes, so how about Amerigo Vespucci Day?
J.P. Devine: Darkness at noon, October on the move
The end of summer is usually brutal, but the change leaves us with the sweetest month of autumn, J.P. Devine writes.
J.P. Devine: The best man for the job in 2020 is gay
Harvard and Oxford educated, a former U.S. Navy officer, married to a teacher, multilingual and mayor of South Bend, Indiana, Pete Buttigieg will never be president, J.P. Devine laments, because he’s gay.
J.P. Devine: The light in Joe’s eyes
Joe Biden’s Irish eyes dimmed as he took a beating at the Democrats’ most recent presidential debates, a sign of old age and getting tired, J.P. Devine writes.