My Fairy-Tale Life, by Steven Boone

Recently I finished a triptych measuring a total of 5’ high by 7 1/2’ wide; the largest painting I have ever created. It is unusual because...

The snow fell for hours, covering everything in a blanket of white. For years, I have wanted to snowshoe in the mountains after a snowfall. ...

What a blessing; to be connected with other souls and feel love that goes between us. As I prepare to go into the unknown, I will depend on...

Human thoughts are experienced as imagination: portals into experience. The physical world is where we come to know the true value of our th...

For the first time in 22 years I am single again. I pinch myself and realize that basically, I am the same. My values have not changed, I lo...

I am on a path of leaving what is familiar. In February the open road will stretch out before me, beckoning to places beyond the horizon. I ...

Recently, when I have mentioned to friends my intention to sell my possessions and become a homeless planetary wanderer, several have sugges...

I am in Chicago, the place Carl Sandburg called “Stormy, husky, brawling . . . city of the big shoulders.” November 11 marked my daughter...

The morning light pushed through the window blinds next to my bed, gently prodding me to arise. But it was not as if I heard bugles blaring,...

A feeling is growing inside of me to shed what is familiar, and make a major leap into the unknown. It is an anticipation of growth that I l...

I am in Cincinnati for a funeral. Charles Tobias, my father-in-law for 22 years, died on Thursday. In various ways, he filled voids in my li...