My Fairy-Tale Life, by Steven Boone

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...

Duomo, Florence, Italy As scenery and cultures reshape from country to country, the changes become more pronounced as continents ...

My father said that he never could see the “man in the moon.” The moon's face with it's big crater eyes and opened mouth ...

At the temple of Karnak, Luxor, Egypt Today’s blog is number 347. That is about 6 ½ years of writing. In the beginning, I wrote to brin...

Some people believe in God and others do not, and those in between are called agnostics. It is understandable that there is great difficulty...

“Have you thought of writing a memoir?” Several people who have watched my life unfold have asked this question. There is plenty to write ab...

After my blog, titled Eros, appeared last weekend, a member of my religion, Baha’i, wrote me an Email and questioned whether I was adhering ...