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The Sun Magazine

Editor's Note

Editor's Note

A few years ago — uncertain about the direction The Sun should take, out of money, low on faith — I got some wonderful advice from my friend Karl Grossman: “Just keep doing it.”

Editor's Note

The pipes are frozen, there’s a half-inch of snow inside the door, and instead of the steady stream of visitors there’s only me, Betsy, and Richard, who braved a foot of snow on the roads to drive here (in North Carolina, that’s brave; schools here close at the threat of snow).

Editor's Note

The tulips outside the office bloomed last week. No one came and told them to—that still amazes me. By what flawless timing our lives unfold!

Editor's Note

Turning the garden, not with a tiller but a shovel — the plot is small enough and besides, we wanted this intimacy, with the earth and between ourselves, reenacting an ancient ritual, digging up buried memories along with the clods .

Editor's Note

Walking barefoot yesterday over ground that kept changing — no sandals smoothing it out, mediating between me and the rough body of the Mother, crunchy gravel, or the soft grasses and wet leaves, or the Mother’s sting, a sharp thorn, the pain unarguable and immediate.