Issue 25 | The Sun Magazine
Essays, Memoirs, and True Stories

Where I Write

“Where do I write?” a good friend asked me. And when? And how? What are all the externals? He thought it might be helpful to others to know that I sit in a chair, near a window; that I eat and drink without limits, impulsively; that I like to look out at something natural.

By Judy Hogan
Essays, Memoirs, and True Stories

Journal

Every single moment of consciousness, of your experience, from the past, present or future is such an incredible storehouse of creativity that is unleashed upon itself, I am awed, my mind is boggled.

By Betsy Campbell Blackwell
Essays, Memoirs, and True Stories

About Time

I am running out these hours like a man condemned to live them. But life is eternal, sings the wind; everlasting, whispers the rain.

By Sy Safransky
Essays, Memoirs, and True Stories

Another Appetite

I have toyed with preparing a cookbook of my own. But with Mrs. Ewald’s book I no longer consider that necessary, for this is the most complete and varied collection of vegetarian recipes I have seen.

By Judy Bratten
Essays, Memoirs, and True Stories

Right Livelihood

The Briarpatch

Are you a Briar? Well, you might be if you try to live simply, share resources and skills with others, and practice right livelihood rather than grasp for fame and riches.

By Hal Richman
Essays, Memoirs, and True Stories

Playing The Edge: A New Look At Yoga

Yoga is a living process. The heart of yoga does not lie in visible attainments; it lies in learning and exploring. Learning is a process, a movement, while attainments are static.

By Joel Kramer
Essays, Memoirs, and True Stories

Menu

Twenty years ago Duncan Hines described North Carolina as a gastronomical desert. Although far from the culinary equal of New York or San Francisco, Chapel Hill has come a long way since 1957. There are now six ethnic restaurants in town.

By Ralph Macklin
Essays, Memoirs, and True Stories

The Good Heavens

The sky is perfect tonight. The flawless close to a false Spring day in mid-February — an odd day with chirping birds, open windows, shirtless basketball and soft outdoor conversation before supper.

By David Searls
Essays, Memoirs, and True Stories

Care Packages To Fat City

An Objective Opinion

I write of a ridiculous-acting class of people, but one that is not without craft and guile. Public office seems to attract people who are just smart enough to realize that elected positions of “public confidence” are the easiest and safest of possibilities for not especially bright individuals to get rich.

By William Gaither
Essays, Memoirs, and True Stories

Shadow Dancing

I AM RAGE. I am a storm, dark, heavy, omnipotent. I am unmitigated violence. I am fury, exploding, blinding lightning, roaring thunder, howling wind. I surge like the sea, uncontrollable in my rage.

By Leaf Diamant
Essays, Memoirs, and True Stories

“The Business Of America . . .

Open Letter To The President (II)

There are those of us, not many formerly counted among your admirers, who to date take heart from reports of your activities which mayhap (dare we so hope?) indicate the formulation of a Coolidgean policy of saying little and doing less.

By Frank D. Rich
Fiction

Hot Dogs

I was compiling a list of what I would take with me in the coffin when along came a dog wearing a hat.

By Karl Grossman
Photography

Cold Lawns In The Early Morning

This story in pictures is available as a PDF only. Click here to download.

By Skip Blount
Photography

Photographs By Priscilla Rich Safransky

The photographs in this selection are available as a PDF only. Click here to download.

By Priscilla Rich Safransky