My Fairy-Tale Life, by Steven Boone

  “No I am not roaming aimlessly through the alleys and bazaar I am a lover searching for his beloved”   —Rumi For years I have been satisfi...

Me, in Venice, 2007 Time sometimes flies like a bird, sometimes crawls like a snail; but a man is happiest when he does not even not...

Self-portrait, taken in Montevideo, Uruguay M atrix is a word that I arrive at often when thinking of my creative process. During my o...

I believe experience is the true currency. And among experiences, the practice of virtue is of the highest value. Money cannot hold memor...

Today, instead of writing much, I am sharing a picture. I took the photo at the Memorial to the Murdered Jews of Europe, in Berlin, Ger...

My mother’s walking has slowed, but not her reading. For as long as I can remember, she has read at least five books a week, and I notice th...

I have been traveling for six months now, and today I wondered, where am I? Of course I know that I am in Florence, Italy, but there is a pa...

FRIDAY, May 4 People who know Venice understand that it is beautiful and grand, a place of joy, and also sad. Bells ring, violins play, a...