How would we explain the winter solstice, Christmas Eve Mass, Christmas Day ham, let alone Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, New Year’s Eve and Amazon two-day delivery to them, J.P. Devine writes.

Is there a Santa’s lap for widowers to sit on and whisper in his ear, “I want my wife back?” J.P. Devine asks.

As a boy from St. Louis, I had never tasted an avocado.

I was at the time, a strapping figure of a semi middle-aged fellow, a retired actor/writer who, at the behest of She, came here to grow old. And now we’re talking about doctors?

In this week’s column, J.P. Devine reminisces about his times as a 21-year-old in Japan.

I was an actor and stand up comic for 57 years, you know, and I’m really good at standing ‘backstage’ and taking a deep breath before going on to make you laugh, J.P. Devine writes.