The Waterville Area YMCA’s Mid-Maine Dolphins team will go to Florida next month to compete against others from across the country, Amy Calder writes.
Columns
News columns from staff writers and contributors to the Kennebec Journal and Morning Sentinel.
Dana Wilde: In Ukraine, the better angels of our nature
Recalling a family jam in Bulgaria, Dana Wilde ponders how Eastern European generosity of spirit is holding Ukrainians together now amid cold brutality.
‘Infinite Storm’ a corrida in the snow
Mount Washington is the highest peak in the Northeastern United States at 6,288.2 feet, and the most topographically prominent mountain east of the Mississippi River. The mountain is notorious for its erratic weather, and the weather, this day, is soft and warm and sunny at its base. But like all mountains, it has a gorgeous […]
J.P. Devine: Work it out, Vlad. Work it out.
As international pressure mounts on Russia to end its invasion of Ukraine, J.P. Devine imagines how some of those forces may be telling Russian President Vladimir Putin to “work it out.”
‘The Quiet Man’ an Irish valentine
I know it’s old, and a sentimental piece, a 1952 valentine from the great John Ford, a Mainer by birth by the way, born John Martin Feeney in Cape Elizabeth and grew up in Portland. This piece of his was nominated in 1953 for best picture, losing to “The Greatest Show on Earth,” but Ford […]
Liz Soares: Becoming optimistic after knee surgery
An operation last week has Liz Soares looking toward a future that might even include her again lacing on ice skates.
‘West Side Story’ sweet goodbye, end of Hollywood’s music magic
Here it is. For this reviewer and ex-New Yorker who saw the Broadway musical before it opened, walked his dog on the debris that became Lincoln Center, watched Jerome Robbins’ first dance sketches at the City Center Ballet and thanks to my life in all those places, I come with legitimate credentials and strong opinions. […]
J.P. Devine: Buddy, can you spare a saw?
In search for browntail moth nests to wage war against in his yard, J.P. Devine mulls how “it’s always somethin’.”