Looking to declutter his abode and discard long forgotten memorabilia, J.P. Devine discovers a trove of religious objects of pre-Vatican II vintage.
Columns
News columns from staff writers and contributors to the Kennebec Journal and Morning Sentinel.
Dana Wilde: Cat karma on a Sunday morning
One feline seems to be collecting on past good deeds, while another could be building up a balance to pay off later, Dana Wilde writes.
Amy Calder: Winter dreams of tow ropes, T-bars
Mastery of the means up Eaton Mountain in Skowhegan spared a skier humiliation and offered an opportunity to show off in front of less experienced kids on many a wintry day, writes Amy Calder.
Amy Calder: A matter of the heart
Twenty-six years ago Travis Conway, then 13, needed a heart, and the town of Skowhegan rallied around him. Now he needs a kidney, and Amy Calder is confident that Skowhegan will come through again for him.
J.P. Devine: Portraits of dead offer lifeline to theater
Reaching a warning depth of self-pity spurred J.P. Devine to return home, where his sister Eileen poured a draught of hope and provided paints that paid off in dollars.
Dana Wilde: As big storms gather, hope in the woods
Even though the snow-filled woods seem relatively calm and normal this winter, big global climate problems are amassing that need attention, Dana Wilde writes.
Amy Calder: Waterville man stocks up on memories
Tom Greenwood is planning to move to the West, but he spent time watching the razing of the Camden National Bank building on Main Street and adding to his store of memories growing up in the area.
J.P. Devine: Writing in the temple of the motorcar
Serenity, shine and soft voices provide the setting for a big, metal box of delicious American dream, a Toyota SUV, where J.P. Devine is inspired to write.
Liz Soares: What do I know, just by looking at someone?
Attempting to take the Implicit Association Test was ‘intensely uncomfortable,’ writes Liz Soares, due to fear she would pick an answer that indicated she was subconsciously racist.
Amy Calder: Sprint for a Saturday story
Amid the police scanner’s squawks, spits and squeaks, a message will come forth to drop everything and hit the road — in this case for a boy sliding down a hole, writes Amy Calder.