My Fairy-Tale Life, by Steven Boone

Teotitlán del Valle. Memorial procession. Living in a small village nestled within the vibrant landscapes of Oaxaca, Mexico, often comes wit...

As we bid farewell to Santa Fe, and prepare to return to our beloved Oaxaca, Mexico, our hearts are filled with gladness. We carry with us n...

Amy and I left behind our beautiful home in Oaxaca, Mexico, and returned to the embrace of Santa Fe, New Mexico, where we had spent four dec...

  Travel has become so complicated. Today’s world is one of peril. My earliest memory of flying was when I was about four years old. I was w...

  We all knew it was a message of love coming from heaven above. A once in a lifetime display never to be seen again. It’s been nin...

  I love community celebrations where friends and family come together for festivity and conviviality. Among celebrations in the Unit...

“Inshallah.” This is what Amira said the last time I spoke with her and asked if she wanted to go to college. Her father, my friend ...

I am glad I had my paints, camera and pen along with me. Oh, and my laptop. Two pair of shoes was enough. So was two pair of pants, fo...

Abu'l Ezz, myself and Hagag The homes of my Egyptian brothers are made of humble materials: mostly earth and some wood. Even the ...

There are days that I call three-in-one days. They usually occur while I am traveling. Events are so fantastic and magical that they embed ...

I had wanted to be entertained with some laughter before bed, so planned to watch the opening dialogue of The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fal...

My two cousins in Dallas, Texas cut people open and chop out bones. They are orthopedic surgeons. I could learn to be a doctor and p...

I have been an artist for thirty years now. It has been my work, and I have not had to take other jobs to support myself. Thousands of...