Dear Readers,
I wish it were easier for me to speak my heart to people I don’t know. As a writer, I strive to be honest and self-revealing. But put me in front of a microphone, ask me about my passion for the magazine I started thirty years ago, and I’m like some bashful suitor struggling to put his love into words. That’s why, when our local public radio station asked to interview me recently, I almost said no.
I’m glad I didn’t. For one thing, I felt less shy as the call-in show wore on. For another, the radio host took a call from someone whose voice I was thrilled to hear: the poet Jimmy Santiago Baca, phoning from New Mexico to talk about his connection to The Sun.
