An oceanside summer wedding means bug spray and sunscreen, writes J.P Devine.

Why does J.P. Devine talk to himself? It’s what he does.

Robin Williams wasn’t alone as he struggled to make people laugh among personal demons, writes J.P. Devine.

J.P. Devine is obsessed with watching weather reports, whether it’s Bangor’s or Taiwan’s.

With keys and love, when you’ve still got it, flaunt it, writes J.P. Devine.

As long as there are stories to tell, writers keep writing tells J.P. Devine.

The old time shoes may be as rare in Maine as flamingos, but the dad of the bride plans to dazzle in them.