An outage during the workday raises fears of a time when everything could stand still, when we are crippled by the fallout of our own intelligence, Amy Calder writes.
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J.P. Devine: Blue is my favorite color
Not a midnight blue, but a “Blessed Mother Blue,” as Sister Rosanna would say, sweeping into the halls of legislatures and executive offices, including a growing number of women, writes J.P. Devine.
J.P. Devine: Darkness at noon musings
Nature’s seasonal darkness is descending, made even darker and scarier by the coming midterm elections, but we can turn on the lights of truth, J.P. Devine writes.
J.P. Devine: Mickey was the first kill
It didn’t get any easier as the transmigration of now five souls has been halted by a diabolical instrument of death designed to rid a domicile of mice, writes J.P. Devine.
J.P. Devine: Dream a little dream with me
Having inside knowledge of what it takes to be an emotional 9-year-old, J.P. Devine muses over the “more” that 45 may be wanting.