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The Sun Magazine | The Normal Force | By Molia Dumbleton | Issue 572
Della has tutoring on Tuesday nights. Once a week I leave campus early, pick her up from school, drive her to the tutor’s apartment, and sit in the car for ninety minutes. I’ve tried a couple of other arrangements, but this is the one that works. In the spring and fall, when it’s still light, I bring a two-inch stack of student essays with me. They keep me company as I wait.
Quiet, Please | By Leslee Goodman | Issue 572 | The Sun Magazine
As part of our ongoing celebration of the magazine’s fiftieth year in print, this month’s Dog-Eared Page is an interview previously published in The Sun. — Ed. On a solo trip to Vermont several years ago I parked my car near a trailhead and hiked to the top of a small mountain. It was October, peak leaf season, and overcast. After about an hour I reached a spot where I could look out over the terrain, and as I stopped to rest, I became aware of the silence around me.
Before All This
eddie From his ladder, Eddie Oliveira could overhear Andreia and Teresa on the front porch, painting each another’s toenails and talking. The girls had slept late and only come down the back stairs about an hour earlier, in T-shirts and pajama pants, to the kitchen, where they’d poured themselves bowls of cereal, then shuffled barefoot out to the front porch to fold themselves into wicker chairs and eat in silence, looking out over the saltwater marsh across the street.
Pages from Before | Molia Dumbleton
That first day, we fumbled with our itineraries in the lobby of the Tio Albares Hotel. My features editor and Johnny Jay’s PR person had struck a deal, determining that we’d begin our interview by walking the sights: the Bayou Walk, the Spanish cathedral, the standard tourist loop. J.J. shook my hand, hitched up his jeans, and said I don’t know about you but I say it’s too fucking hot for that BS, let’s get you a drink and oh I guess I’ll have one too. So, that first afternoon, we defied orders.
Personalized, Blended Learning: How to Make It Work
5 tips to jump-start personalized learning in a blended environment When friends and fellow parents come over to my apartment, they often remark on how quiet it is. I usually say something about having a “low threshold for chaos,” and jokes inevitably ensue about the noise that seems to come naturally with the arrival of children.
Fiction: Quarry
By Molia Dumbleton It took her a second to recognize him, coming at her with a glass of champagne, but just as she was about to open her mouth, he said “I thought that might be you.” Kenny must have been all of eighteen the last time she’d seen him, and sweeping Judith off somewhere, the way he had almost every day that last summer, before he and Judith and all of their friends had packed up and left for school. She had loved that summer. It was the last time things felt right.
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