Americans probably need more practice in sharing, writes Liz Soares.
Columns
News columns from staff writers and contributors to the Kennebec Journal and Morning Sentinel.
Posted inAmy Calder, Local & State, Morning Sentinel
Amy Calder: Labor Day, a time to stop, rest, reflect
Amy Calder urges those who enjoy the benefits of work to also know when it’s time to stop.
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J.P. Devine: After Labor Day, is it really all right to wear white?
J.P. researched this sartorial issue and found out some people look good in white whatever the season.
Posted inDana Wilde, Kennebec Journal, Local & State
Dana Wilde: Save your own backyard
Climate change cannot be stopped now, but its effects can be mitigated, writes Dana Wilde.
Posted inColumns, J.P. Devine, Local & State, Morning Sentinel
JP Devine: You can’t go home again
According to NBC, St. Louis, Missouri, home town to JP, is the most dangerous city in the U.S.
Posted inDana Wilde, Kennebec Journal, Local & State
Dana Wilde: An environmental reality check
Humans put 40 billion tons of carbon dioxide, a greenhouse gas, into it every year, writes Dana Wilde.
Posted inAmy Calder, Columns, Local & State, Morning Sentinel
Amy Calder: He dreams of walking on his own two feet
After years of working and being self-sufficient, Bob Madore, 58, of Waterville, is injured, immobile and feeling trapped, Amy Calder writes.
Posted inColumns, J.P. Devine, Local & State, Morning Sentinel
J.P. Devine: Where I’m writing from, Part 3
J.P. Devine is in his “cafe,” watching and listening so he can write the next column.
Posted inColumns, Kennebec Journal, Liz Soares, Local & State
Liz Soares: The rise of loathsome machines
I am opposed to the self-checkout on philosophical, sociological and practical grounds, writes Liz Soares.
Posted inColumns, J.P. Devine, Local & State, Morning Sentinel
J.P. Devine: Then, it was August 9th, a dark night
JP Devine recalls how he and other celebrities were drinking at a bar restaurant on a patio overlooking the Strip when panic passed by, the night of the infamous Manson Murders.