The Capital Gazette’s determination to continue publishing brings “tears to my eyes,” columnist Liz Soares writes.
Columns
News columns from staff writers and contributors to the Kennebec Journal and Morning Sentinel.
Emily Higginbotham: A teacher’s influence can last a lifetime
Luckily, for every bad apple, there are many more teachers who are patient and understanding and love what they do, Emily Higginbotham writes.
Amy Calder: Waterville couple makes hospice work a model of compassion
Luxy and Marie LeClair devote hours on end volunteering to support families in need, including stocking the service’s resale shop, which funds its work.
J.P. Devine: Found and lost, a memory
Separated by time and distance and a lack of fingertip tech to search the universe, J.P. Devine rediscovers a friend online, a fellow corner boy from his Hollywood days.
Dana Wilde: The woods are lovely, dark and way too deep
Only passive landscaping is keeping the birches, sumac and raspberry thickets from taking over the yard, Dana Wilde writes.
Amy Calder: The past will seem like yesterday when bonds of love are renewed
The passing of a friend’s mother will bring our families back together, awaken memories, and renew friendship in Halifax, Nova Scotia, Amy Calder writes.
J.P. Devine: It’s June in Waterville and time for a wedding
With the month and summer busting out all over, only a week remains to get the wedding caravan rolling, get the flowers, rent the tux and bake the cake, writes J.P Devine.
Liz Soares: Education, compassion key in understanding human rights
Lessons from the book ‘I am Malala: How One Girl Stood Up for Education and Changed the World’ offer a timely reminder, Liz Soares writes.
Amy Calder: Behind the scenes with police dispatchers
The first “first responders,” the men and women who take the calls, collect vital information that police and firefighters deal with, from whether a threatening spouse is armed or intoxicated to the details of a woman giving birth.
J.P. Devine: Dining al fresco courts disaster
After all, writes J.P. Devine, who knows when you’re going to catch a wind-blown, mustard-covered napkin in the face?