My Fairy-Tale Life, by Steven Boone

Whenever I hear the term “people of color” I cringe.  EVERYONE IS COLORED.  Do we say, "birds of color", or "roses ...

 It is a rite of passage each year in Santa Fe, New Mexico. The second weekend in July brings artisans from all over the globe together f...

From my perch atop the wood fence behind my tenement apartment in Chicago, Illinois, if I spied the delivery man driving through the...

Whenever I hear the term “people of color”, there is a deafening silence that ensues. The silence is my own, since I object so much to the t...

Lately, I have been pondering the nature of prejudice. Here in the USA, we immediately think of racial bias. But prejudice comes in many sha...

Note: This post is late because I was on safari. Before leaving the United States, my mother pleaded with me, “please don’t go to Africa, th...