Issue 228 | The Sun Magazine

December 1994

Readers Write

The Personals

Someone who should have listened to her intuition, a beautiful brunette, a cat woman

By Our Readers
Sy Safransky's Notebook

December 1994

Table Manners

The full-page ads by big corporations proclaim peace on earth, when all they really want is another piece of the earth.

By Sy Safransky


Trying to define yourself is like trying to bite your own teeth.

Alan Watts

The Sun Interview

The Reach Of The Mind

An Interview With Larry Dossey

What really knocked my socks off was a study that I first found out about in 1987. It showed that people in coronary-care units who were prayed for did a lot better than people who weren’t.

By Ted Braude
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

Stories Of Lives Lived And Now Ending

At the heart of it, all we can really offer each other is our full attention. When people are dying, their tolerance for bullshit is minimal. They will quickly sniff out insincerity.

By Frank Ostaseski
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

The Little Bit

When you’re a child, you have the little bit and it has you. You throw it up and clap your hands. Your father momentarily catches it, but it is yours in your little animal eyes, your tender knees, the way a banana unwraps in your small hands, unzips as you slowly pull down the peel and reveal the soft, pale fruit.

By Gene Zeiger

Virginia Remembers The War

She waits tables on the breakfast shift at Honey’s, out by the interstate. Late one night, she gets a phone call from her sister: her father has had a stroke; they don’t know if he’s going to make it.

By Elizabeth Brownrigg

Love Class

All my teachers, from nursery school on, are alive inside me. Before long, their voice — someone’s voice, certainly not my own — is ringing out from my throat, authoritative, confident, as if I know what I’m doing.

By Alison Luterman

How Lucky We Are

I’m not sure I like any of the three lines that always work for me. They’re all from the “Did you ever notice?” category of jokes, an overused category, but one with which even rookie comedians can kill the most sober of audiences.

By Mark Wisniewski