In the sixties there was a popular poet name Rod McEwen. Looking back now, I realize his poetry was somewhat sophomoric, but he did have a phrase in one of his poems that stuck with me. He spoke of "the aphrodisiac of magazines". I never forgot that phrase because I resented it so much. I thought it was true but annoying. Most of what was an aphrodisiac for others was just a reminder that I was not perfect, rich, or beautiful and I couldn't afford the products advertised. So I stopped buying magazines for 40 years!
Then I came across THE SUN. THE SUN is the first magazine that didn't make me feel bad about myself. It is filled with stories and photographs that are compelling and interesting. Many of the stories are submitted by non-professionals but the writing and photographs are by no means amateurish.
There are no advertisements, no coupons, and no pictures of air brushed models; there are only real stories, real articles, and real feelings, by real people.
My favorite section is the Readers Write section. Each month a broad topic is given and readers write what the topic means to them. Can you imagine the range of ideas that can come from titles such as Size, The Phone Call, or Confession? I am always awed by the breadth of talent and emotions of ordinary people in this country.
Other great sections are the letters to the editors, the editors own notebook, Sunbeams (short quotes) and the main article. Additionally there are poems and short stories. Usually you will see a theme of some sort throughout.
One warning: It is slightly bent to the left. It is clear from the editor's notebook which side of the political fence he is on, but he is more than willing to let others air their feelings about the content in general and his contribution in particular.
THE SUN is still the only magazine to which I subscribe. When it arrives in the mail, I feel as if I have been delivered a little bit of gold. Maybe even a little bit of aphrodisiac.