We began work on the digital edition of The Sun in 2010: a lifetime ago in Internet years. We have taken the same care in building the online edition that we do in crafting each issue, and if we are unfashionably late to the digital party, I don’t think Sy minds very much.
       
By David Mahaffey Editor and writer, stalwart and fink. | ||
Previously...A Writer Writes? Sometimes.November 13th, 2012 Every November, would-be novelists unclench their cheeks and squeeze out 50,000 words of gushing logorrhea that proponents will swear is the real thing.[...] The Pursuit of KnowledgeAugust 21st, 2012 Maybe it was in one of the lessons I skipped, but it seems like the kind of thing that would have been on the final.[...] The Dismay of Mister JenkinsAugust 7th, 2012 It was perhaps understandable that Bill Miller, quoting from rote memory the most deeply held tenet of his employee handbook, still did not realize that he had shaken hands with an aspect of the same so-called and yet carefully unnamed divinity he'd just been prattling about.[...] Popular DemandFuneral SermonOctober 3rd, 2008 When the preacher came, no lie any adult could tell would put me at ease. He was all fire and brimstone and Baptist, delivering baleful sermons to a flock eager for chastening.[...] A belated thank-you to my 11th grade AP English teacher, and ruminations on a birthdayDecember 8th, 2008 As a man too much given to reflection, I don't feel a particular compulsion to think on the last year of my life and take stock. This is not that post. Still, questions abound. What do I want for my birthday? Do I feel older? Do I feel old?[...] A Pilgrim and a StrangerMay 4th, 2009 I was raised on bluegrass and country music, most likely to my mother's chagrin. I can't remember not knowing the words to "Rocky Top" and "I Walk the Line," and I have it on good authority that as a child I may have attempted to dance with my aunt on Saturday nights when my grandparents took me up into the mountains in their camper.[...] Remembering Dave CarterJuly 19th, 2009 I wish, oh I wish, Dave Carter had gone on sharing new aspects of his gift with us for years to come. His task was an unending one, so of course it feels like it was prematurely arrested, because the work of untangling the world can never be finished.[...] The Hapless Life of Mister (F.) Scott (Fitzgerald)December 15th, 2009 I know, in the quiet part of my brain, that I have been a good steward to such a small and bewildered creature. Still, there are days now when I think it might be better to hope that he found a warm hole to crawl down where he could go to sleep and never again wake to the starved and sightless world that was left to him in the end.[...] Small Hopes and a PlanJanuary 23rd, 2011 I use intuition like sonar: it tells me the shape of things without offering much in the way of detail. Once I know the shape, everything else about a relationship is learning to see each other in the dark. This is not an unerring process. There's a lot of fumbling and stubbing of toes on the furniture.[...] Years That Ask QuestionsMay 26th, 2011 I was content to roll along inside my joy bubble, sure it would pop soon enough. When it proved resilient, new questions burned their way unbidden into my head. Better questions. The kind you have to answer, if you're doing it right, every second of your life.[...] Gentle MenJune 28th, 2011 I've often felt precisely that kind of isolation, and maybe it's ironic that I usually feel that way in groups of men. The "safe" space they offer is often one where sensitivity is derided, self-expression is mocked, and vulnerability is crushed under a well-meaning heel.[...] A Body of WaterNovember 1st, 2011 There’s no consoling an ocean full of mountains it never meant to swallow[...] | April 1st, 2013 | |
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