Issue 127 | The Sun Magazine

June 1986

Readers Write

Lost And Found

Finding then losing then finding again a pocketknife, losing yourself in a bookstore, losing your sex drive

By Our Readers


The mark of your ignorance is the depth of your belief in injustice and tragedy. What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly.

Richard Bach, Illusions

Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories


I first met Mataji at the river. I had travelled a long way by bus, boat, and truck. The Middle Eastern countries were hard to travel through. I was pelted with rocks once. Women just don’t travel alone in Muslim areas.

By Marilyn Stablein
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

Now And Then

I can’t figure out why Adam and Eve stood for it. If they had enough gumption to question the menu, you’d think they would have said, “Now, just a minute, God. Cool down. Let’s not overreact.”

By Carlos Anne Phelps

Calligraphy Class

The artist speaks of the “muse” and the musician says “I was hot,” but in their hearts there is only mysterious joy: I was present at a beautiful event and yet it was not “I.”

By Adam Fisher

Relieving Ramona

I like Ramona. I want to win the lottery, pay her brother back for the car, bounce her and the baby out of the attic apartment.

By Elizabeth Rose Campbell

Children Kissing

“Ma! Ma, Patty’s up the big tree again kissing Billy! Ma!” I kept looking at Patty’s smooth face across the branch from me in the tree, and hearing Tony shouting into the house.

By Bruce P. Woodford