Issue 159 | The Sun Magazine

February 1989

Readers Write

Kindred Spirits

“Anchoring,” going to a secondhand store, watching the boys play pool

By Our Readers


It doesn’t matter who my father was; it matters who I remember he was.

Anne Sexton

Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

Without Fear

Talks With American Students

It is important to be aware of what is, not what should be, because the “what should be” is a fiction, a myth, a romantic notion, which all religions and idealists throughout the ages have nurtured and exploited. What good is the ideal of nonviolence if I am full of violence?

By J. Krishnamurti
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

The Face Of Maitreya

Flies are constantly present in human life. They investigate the baby’s diaper and have to be shooed away from the dying grandmother’s face. They cannot be ignored.

By Stephen T. Butterfield

The Roshis

My friend is rushing toward Jasmine. Her scream reverberates in my mind, with a quality of despair that surprises me, as if she knows something I don’t.

By Anais Salibian

After The Fire

Howie got his guitar the day the Soviets invaded Czechoslovakia, and he named it Elijah. It made a big impression on him: there he was in his living room tuning this new, magic thing, watching the tanks roll into Prague on television.

By Tim Farrington


We’re in the check-out line and I’m putting the groceries on the counter. This is the hardest part of shopping with a two-year-old.

By Richard Hoffman