Issue 133 | The Sun Magazine

December 1986

Readers Write

Where I Am Now

I’m sitting at my desk watching the moon rise over the Berkshires; I’m in an apartment; I’m not in California

By Our Readers
Quotations

Sunbeams

I don’t paint things. I only paint the difference between things.

Henri Matisse

Essays, Memoirs, and True Stories

Minnie: Rest In Peace, Mom

In the second week of hospitalization my mother’s denial abruptly stops. I see a deliberate motion away from life, an about-face toward death, with a new-found dignity and acceptance.

By Nancy Ford-Young
Essays, Memoirs, and True Stories

Amazing Conversations

All my life I’ve heard the expression: a photograph doesn’t lie. But the real truth is that photographs do in fact lie about some things, and not about others. Is this what Diane Arbus meant when she wrote, “A photograph is a secret about a secret?”

By John Rosenthal
Fiction

Backlighting

Alice’s husband was a man constantly in motion, and now that he has returned as a blue jay he is not much different. If anything, he is more nervously energetic than ever.

By Kim Addonizio
Fiction

You’re Weird, Irene

The woman sits there a while and then we can see her face changing. It looks like she’s got all the troubles in the whole world. Her face crinkles up and she starts to cry. She wipes away her tears but they keep coming down and flowing into her toothless mouth.

By Jeff Spitzer