THE SUNDAY ISSUE

by Garrett Munce “If I’ve learned anything from Sunday, it’s that making time for yourself is one of the most important things one can do. It’s okay to do exactly what you want and no one should ever feel guilty about that.” When you’re a magazine editor, your life is full of deadlines, midnight emails, press appointments, late night writing sessions, anxiety and buzzing frantic energy. I’m not complaining, it’s a life that I love and a job that I had for over a decade. The other thing about being a magazine editor is that you work a lot of...

by Hannah Kloepfer Dear Reader, I have been unfairly deemed a villain. She shows such contempt towards me, a loyal companion of many years. The most recent incident occurred on Sunday afternoon. She analyzed and dissected me like a science class specimen. I felt utterly disrespected, and this letter may be the only vehicle with which I may explain myself. The facts: I started my work at 9AM  (there’s no rest for the wicked, right, dear reader?).  The grueling 8 hours that followed were a slow build that lead to a rather severe eruption around 5PM (EST). But I'm getting ahead...

BY SHELBY MANNING It happened on a Sunday, February 9th to be exact. It had started out like any other of my Sundays - my favorite day of the week. I woke up, did some sort of morning routine, went to Soul Cycle in Hoboken with my favorite instructor Charlie, and was planning on going to Trader Joe’s and meal prep for the week while dancing around my apartment blasting music with my roommate, Olivia. Maybe we would attempt to clean our ancient third story walk up apartment - maybe not. Then, Olivia would watch something on Netflix in the...

by Andi Scarbrough I haven’t had a “regular job” since I worked as a receptionist when I was 18. Even then, my week didn’t end on Friday night-- I was putting myself through beauty school and working part-time at a local theater. I stole my Sundays whenever I could. “Sunday” became loosely defined for me as any day I got to wake up without an alarm clock, or any consecutive few hours that I got to be “off leash.”  I learned to make precious use of that time. I wish I could say that now that I’m a grown up,...