Uncluttering the house can clutter the mind, and joy can be found in holding on to things instead of discarding them, J.P. Devine writes.
J.P. Devine
God bless the third shift
The workers of the night are a nation unto their own, JP Devine writes.
An expatriate from the church
J.P. Devine goes to church when he has to, but he is ‘living outside of his native country.’
Skowhegan nicknames that make us smile
The fuss over the “Indians” nickname at Skowhegan schools is a serious argument, but is it really too soon to interject some humor? J.P. Devine writes.
The many names of ‘Mother’
There was only one Mom, but others willingly stood in her place in times of need, J.P. Devine writes.
Holy Guacamole! Are avocados the new apple?
Forty years ago, they were given away to the hired help as a backyard nuisance, now J.P. Devine finds avocados to be indispensable fare.
Faint-hearted wanderlust
Travel is for others, there’s enough to see and do right close to home, says J.P. Devine.
In defense of hoodies
Criminals may have given them a bad name, but J.P. Devine says there’s nothing better for keeping warm or — with the help of earplugs connected to nothing — avoiding the world.
Relics for posterity
If Don Draper’s coat from “Mad Men” can make the Smithsonian Institute, so can J.P. Devine’s personal papers, the columnist writes.
Number please
J.P. Devine writes of the days when telephones were always black and telephone numbers included words.