Issue 179 | The Sun Magazine

October 1990

Readers Write

Getting Out Of Bed

A single bed, a jail cell, a green sofa

By Our Readers


To rise into love you must descend into your wounds.

Robert Bly

Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

The Lourdes Of Arizona

In Search Of The Soul Of Psychotherapy

“The mother is already distant from Sarah. Sarah is trying to distance herself from her father, and suicide is the only method she’s discovered so far to do that. But the father told her that if she killed herself, he would kill himself, so she’s even denied a successful death. This family is a violin, with only one string, and it’s a funeral march.”

By Lorenzo W. Milam
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

The Cosmic Airdrome

The power of the false and stupid. Emotional appeals and manipulations, whether in advertising, con games, or religious sects, are always seen by intelligence as duplicitous, hypocritical, pandering. Often the appeal is so obviously false that people seem hypnotized or brainwashed.

By Thaddeus Golas

Fresh Paint

Father never sold a single painting. He gave them away. He walked the streets in the early morning haze, avoiding crowds and lighted avenues, and handed his work to a face he admired. He never gave his work to anyone he knew, only strangers.

By Matthew Heller

He Thought He’d Died And Gone To Heaven

I turned my head slowly to sneak a look at Mary, Annie, and Millie. They were staring intently at their dominoes, their lips pursed tightly together. It was clear to me that they had not told Ray he was dead.

By Jeannine Owens

Four Stories

One day the cocoon hatched. But there was no butterfly. Instead, hundreds and hundreds of baby praying mantes spread across my dresser top and marched down the side.

By Susan A. Klimczak