Around us now are empty chairs once filled with those who shared our talk, touched our pained hands, felt our fears and laughed with us, and we discover the memory of them gives us more to talk about, J.P. Devine writes.
Columns
News columns from staff writers and contributors to the Kennebec Journal and Morning Sentinel.
Amy Calder: The ‘Iceman’ is a role model of the finest kind
Bert Languet has for years volunteered time and funds to develop recreational facilities for children and adults, with the latest being an ice skating rink next to City Hall in Waterville.
Dana Wilde: Removing the scorpion-like beast from the bathroom sink
Commonly known as a house pseudoscorpion, aka Chelifer cancroides, these tiny creatures are sometimes known as book scorpions or false scorpions because they’re arachnids, Dana Wilde writes.
J.P. Devine: Mr. Isgro goes to Washington
Shocked at the paltry prices for breakfast, lunch and dinner, J.P. Devine suggests the next time the city’s mayor should “GO before you go” when visiting the nation’s capital.
Amy Calder: Valentine’s Day, 1960s style
Attending a school Valentine’s Day party 50-plus years ago meant creating a fancy box at home and bringing it to class to be placed on display in a contest for most the most beautiful box judged by the teacher, Amy Calder writes.
J.P. Devine Movie Review: ‘1917’
The entire cast, British to a man (and one woman) are without fault, J.P. Devine writes.
Liz Soares: My mother’s faith
A recently discovered declaration shined a light on my mother’s faith and made me revisit her day-to-day beliefs, writes Liz Soares.
J.P. Devine: 2020, a chair odyssey
The sleek, gray, maybe mauve stairlift chair has arrived in the Devine household, signaling a journey into the capricious and unknown future.
Amy Calder: If MOMA doesn’t want it, we’ll take it
“Christina’s World,” the Andrew Wyeth painting the Museum of Modern Art in New York City placed in storage, ought to be in Maine, Amy Calder writes.
Dana Wilde: Trees in winter sleep deeply, but life is stirring
Trees seem to have a disposition in their bones, as it were, to cooperate with winter, writes Dana Wilde.