My Fairy-Tale Life, by Steven Boone

Jean and I are moving toward finishing one part of our life together  marriage partners and beginning a new one as strictly friends. I am ...

The last time I saw Tanja Mennone was six months ago when I was in Bari, Italy. Now we are together again, in San Francisco. She is visiting...

On the road again. Yesterday I drove eight hours, from Santa Fe to Scottsdale, Arizona. My friend John welcomed me, even though he had arriv...

Off and on for years, I have been attracted to blood as a symbol. Blood is juicy, passionate, and intense. What a wonderful color blood is. ...

Art is food for the soul. Everyone buys food to eat, but few can afford the luxury of art. Thankfully, where wealth exists, also there is ar...

“When I judge art, I take my painting and put it next to a God made object like a tree or flower. If it clashes, it is not art.” Paul Ceza...

What is God? This is a question that man cannot solve. Even if the brightest minds of all time gathered to ponder and arrive at an answer, t...

Nothing stays the same. The moments we enjoy are fleeting. This makes the loveliness of the rose more precious since we know its beauty will...

"Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, Till by broad spreading it disperses to naught." ...

Artists are often romanticized for living lives of creativity and passion, outside the typical norm of society. It is also a sometimes brut...

On weekends, I go to a movie. Usually, it is hard to choose, since there are more than one I want to see, and more coming all the time. Last...