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Columns
News columns from staff writers and contributors to the Kennebec Journal and Morning Sentinel.
Posted inColumns, J.P. Devine
J.P. Devine: The world of ‘stuff’ where guys are supposed to have an edge
“Guy stuff” is items you find in a hardware store that, until recently, J.P had the advantage of, with help from his street friends.
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Posted inColumns, Dana Wilde, Local & State
Dana Wilde: The birds are back in town
Perennially, Dana Wilde writes, questions abound about what our feathered friends are saying as their songs fill woods.
Posted inColumns, J.P. Devine
J.P. Devine: An Easter morning only the stones remember
There are mornings that stick to our eyes like the pennies the old Irish put on the eyes of the dead, J.P. Devine writes.
Posted inJ.P. Devine, Lifestyle, Movie Review J.P. Devine
J.P. Devine Movie Review: ‘The Public’
Director Emilio Estevez sprinkles comic and tragic snapshots of the lost who surround him like confetti, J.P. Devine writes.
Posted inColumns, Liz Soares
Liz Soares: Remembering when it was important to ‘look nice’
Dressing down seems like a trend that is here to stay, writes Liz Soares.
Posted inAmy Calder, Columns, Local & State
Amy Calder: In search of a fence post, we buy a fence
After a fruitless effort to find a round post to fix a fence, Amy Calder and her husband wind up purchasing a whole new fence instead.
Posted inColumns, J.P. Devine
J.P. Devine: Pondering the women running for president
The Waterville writer finds all of them to be scary, brilliant, neat, handsome, fierce, honest liberal Democrats with jaw-dropping, breathtaking life stories and political resumes, and each deserving of your vote should you choose to vote for them.
Posted inColumns, Dana Wilde
Dana Wilde: Maine’s fractal coast
Nature appears to be fractal through and through, mirroring itself at every turn and nook, writes Dana Wilde.
Posted inAmy Calder, Columns, Local & State
Amy Calder: Memories of the ’60s balm to the soul
As winter melts away, the sun climbs higher in the sky and the weight of bad news grows heavy, memories of an idyllic childhood in central Maine can warm the soul, writes Amy Calder.