What’s going to happen to all those people who are losing their jobs at the White House, J.P. Devine wonders.
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J.P. Devine: After the last dog is gone
The daughters say get another dog, but that entails much more than just going to the rescue pound and picking one out. How do you choose which one? writes J.P. Devine.
J.P. Devine: Easter through the ages
Memorable moments from Easters past, from vomiting and illness to traditional dinners and life partners, J.P. Devine writes.
J.P. Devine: Time to ‘like’ the clarity call
News of the invasive ‘personality models’ on Facebook prompts thoughts of abandoning the social addiction, J.P. Devine writes.
J.P. Devine: While She handles the money, I open jars and bottles
Though She is as secretive as a mob bookkeeper and has handwriting so small that reading grocery lists is tough, J.P. Devine has to admit — even if he doesn’t want to — that She is good at managing accounts.
J.P. Devine: Nuns with guns? The movie
Imagine the nuns of your childhood, their flowing habits, their individual quirks, the clicking beads, the gun up their sleeves, J.P. Devine writes.
J.P. Devine: Saints and whoopie pies
With a reminder that it’s Lent and you have to give something up, J.P. Devine reviews a litany of patron saints and the peculiar potency of religious jewelry.
J.P. Devine: Shakin’ the blues away
Television and movies to avoid if you want a restful evening and heartwarming films you can download for comedic protection, from yours truly, J.P. Devine.
J.P. Devine: Does a desk define a man?
What does the desk in the Oval Office say about the man behind it, and what curiosities does it hold that a desk from years ago did for me? asks J.P. Devine.
J.P. Devine: Sewer pipes have souls?
You can never be too sure about those ‘inanimate’ objects in the basement that you need in order to live well on the upper floors, writes J.P. Devine.