Opening up a bottle of single malt scotch, J.P. Devine ponders progress and possibilities.

Recalling losses on a New year about 65 years ago, J.P. Devine is thinking about family and those we can trust.

The age-old season of joy has arrived, J.P. Devine writes, but what are we to do with the world we find ourselves in?

The easiest tree job ever has J.P. Devine thinking of cherished ornaments instead of panicking.

When the local Starbucks starting locking its doors early because of short-staffing, the response from some patrons was as if the Vatican had canceled Christmas, J.P. Devine writes.

It’s hard to tell these days when people are smiling beneath their masks, but J.P. Devine has learned the importance of activating those 10 facial muscles.

The notion of owning robes or pajamas was a foreign concept to J.P. Devine until he met She, an actress of great style and manners.