My Fairy-Tale Life, by Steven Boone

 I thought about ants. They work so hard and industriously, making kingdoms on earth. In New Mexico, USA they seemed innocent enough, even n...

  Lluvia is the Spanish word for rain. Now that the wet season has come to Oaxaca, the rain falls most days—and it is sweet. The dry, brown...

Our little garden is teaching me. It talks and I listen and hear. Plants communicate. For years I cultivated the earth where I lived. Then, ...

Today I wish I could call my mother and say hello, and tell her I love her. She is gone. I write now, and I realize she has only stepped...

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...

  Golden Path , oil on linen, 24x18 inches  "How long did it take you to paint that?" I have heard this question many times...

Along the way in writing a blog each week, while creating 407 postings, there have been days when no subject readily arrived in my...

All it takes is one look to cause brief delirium. I am talking about tulips, and the effect they have on an innocent eye. Okay, maybe I am t...

Lately, when I wake in the morning, often I feel like I need help facing the day, so I say a prayer for assistance. Then, more often than no...