My Fairy-Tale Life, by Steven Boone

We met at a Compassionate Friends gathering— a once weekly session for parents who had lost children to death. The year was 2000. Her daugh...

I t is easy for Amy and me to move between Oaxaca, Mexico, and Santa Fe, New Mexico. We love both places deeply. Oaxaca is our home now—it h...

Amy and I are preparing to fly north—to “New” Mexico—from our home in “Old” Mexico. There is unfinished business waiting for us in Santa Fe...

After a month away, the arc of our travels has closed—New Mexico’s familiar mesas, Minnesota’s lakes, and now back to Oaxaca.  We landed saf...

  Two weeks slipped by since my last post—sunlit and full, with the kind of quiet richness that unfolds when one returns to old ground with ...

New Mexico again—the land of wide skies, long shadows, and a heartbeat that still echoes in my bones. Albuquerque was the first stop: a swee...

  Amy and I are about to trade the bougainvillea and brass bands of Oaxaca for the buzzing highways and family hearths of the United States....

My heart ached for the land in Oaxaca as we said our goodbyes to return to the USA for a month. The dry season seemed to be hanging on forev...

As we moved between two countries, we carried with us a beautiful blend of cultures, traditions, and experiences. We know that home is not c...