Those tall, beautiful palm trees etched sharply against a gorgeous early evening orange sky over Los Angeles? They’re full of rats.
J.P. Devine
When junk food isn’t junk
There are food stamps offenders, and beer and cigarettes should always be cut, but come on, being down at the bottom isn’t as much fun as it appears, and sometimes, a Hostess cupcake can bring you up faster at the end of the month than a carrot, when loose change is all there is.
Money isn’t everything, right?
J.P. Devine laments the purchases he had already planned based on winning Powerball … which he did not win.
“Let’s go dancing”
You can dance inches or feet apart. You can swirl and jab, punch at the sky and work up a sweat and it’s dancing.
‘No more hurting people … Peace’
Each week I try to make myself laugh in hopes that it will make you laugh, and when I do, it shatters the darkness.
The changing of the apron
As his empty nest soon sees the return of its matron, J.P. Devine’s “Home Daddy” ways are about to change.
I remember
I had a good idea for a column this morning, but I didn’t write it down and then I forgot it. Maybe it’s the cold or the wind. I can’t ever remember not being a great rememberer.
Not another egg coloring, chocolate bunny, religious Easter column
OK, this is my Easter column. It’s Good Friday, and I have no idea what to write about. I’ve written more than 29 years of Easter columns.
Oh, for a muse of fire
I’m warm now. I finally got smart, and here I am cozy and warm.
It’s an Irish Catholic thing
In case you haven’t noticed, it’s St. Padraig’s Day again, and yes, that’s how you really spell it.