JP Devine always makes the sign of the cross when the ambulance goes by, but now it will be with new understanding, he writes.
J.P. Devine
Keep thoughts of hidden wounds, though faded, in your heart on Memorial Day
J.P. Devine reflects on the scars that veterans carry, many of them unspoken, as the holiday approaches.
Dear Donald, I love you just the way you are
J.P. Devine channels his inner devil with a “love letter” to Donald Trump.
Who’s going to play in Trump’s yard?
As the presidential election season rolls along, the kids are all trying to figure out if they like the popular boy, JP Devine writes.
And yes, my mother had a pony
As Mother’s Day approaches, JP Devine reflects on his mother’s hard life and the small things that made it sparkle.
Waiting for the ‘new and improved’ tragedy this fall
If everything old is new again and if there’s a hero, it means a tragedy is being written — and it’ll be interesting to see what happens with the GOP convention this summer, JP Devine writes.
Forced back from clean Maine air to dragon’s breath of LA
Just when J.P. Devine was gearing up for the outdoors in the sweet healthy Maine air, he has to return to California, which just got an air-quality “F” from the American Lung Association, he writes.
Going off the grid? Be careful what you wish for
When JP Devine went off the ‘Hollywood grid’ for a life in Maine, things could have been a lot worse, he writes.
Hello, it’s Chelsea, asking for more money
An email sets off a flurry campaign contribution requests that are hard to refuse, J.P. Devine writes.
A long ago Republican summer is remembered warmly
When JP Devine first met his wife’s GOP family and friends, he was pleasantly surprised, and even more so now in light of current events.