Topics | Aging | The Sun Magazine #26

Topics

Browse Topics

Aging

Fiction

At The End Of The Fiscal Year

Ten months prior to being eligible for his company’s pension and benefit plan, after almost twenty years, Ben Ross was fired.

By Leslie Woolf Hedley June 1982
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

The Terminal Restaurant

The Terminal Restaurant never looked real. Built like a small outdoor building indoors, and with its neon sign over the front door spelling its name in red, it made the place look like a movie set.

By S.J. Kaiserman January 1982
Quotations

Sunbeams

What does “car” mean? A car in a showroom, a car heading straight toward me, a car needing constant repair, all have such isolated meanings that the name “car” cannot be said to stand for any one thing. That too is true of Scott or John or Gayle. God is in them only when God is in my mind. Only love can see steadily, consistently. Love makes one thing of all that it sees.

Hugh Prather, There is a Place Where You Are Not Alone

October 1981
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

Chapel Hill

An Elegy For Jesse Stroud

There is no precipitating event for this elegy. No anniversary. No birthday. No cause whatever, other than personal need. Jesse Stroud lived, struggled, and died. I do not purposefully vilify nor vindicate. Neither do I celebrate. Certainly not regret.

By Owen H. Page April 1980
Sy Safransky's Notebook

April 1980

Three

He abandoned desire. The flowers grew slowly around the hole in his chest. When his lover sighed, they trembled.

By Sy Safransky March 1980
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

Release

I cannot write how it was. The world shifted me too fast with each event passing before me, inflicting my nerves with flash-bulb rapidity. I was quietly startled at the fresh novelty. Numb still to the fact I was leaving, disbelieving, an embryo in limbo, sins forgiven, the timelessness suddenly and violently meaning something concrete.

By Jimmy Santiago Baca February 1979
Sy Safransky's Notebook

January 1979

Fathers

To let our parents be, to accept them as people, human and therefore imperfect, rather than as gods — that is the challenge.

By Sy Safransky January 1979
Readers Write

Grandparents

A print that someone had jabbed holes where the eyes had been, The Secret Garden where the snow-drops bloomed, a pair of tweezers thrust into a hand

By Our Readers October 1978