My Fairy-Tale Life, by Steven Boone

For the first time since we moved to Mexico almost three years ago my daughter Sarah is visiting us. Our house has plenty of room and we are...

When Amy gets an idea for a painting, I can “see” the light go on. Then, with a burst of energy she goes to work. It is like tapping pure wa...

It was an intangible experience when my oldest daughter Naomi, who left this world twenty years ago, came to me while I was resting to...

Hawaii is about 2,300 miles at a distance now but just a heartbeat away in our mind and heart. This is what experiences do when th...

  “This world is so full of opportunities that one can hardly keep up with them all. Life is so beautiful; I cherish it and want to be ...

The nineteenth anniversary of the death of my nineteen year old daughter Naomi is nearing—July 5, 2018. After she died I thought of t...

Steven's writing After the writer's death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter. —Jean Cocteau ( French: 5 July...

I am surrounded by spirits, and that is the feeling of the Lord.   —Naomi Boone I love this simple sentence written in my daughter's ...

It was a spring Saturday, I was sixteen years old, my father and I were out on the front lawn, pulling dandelion weeds out of the grass...