My Fairy-Tale Life, by Steven Boone

At times, as I travel along on the river of life, the sights and sounds are so fantastic and varied, that I realize they are impossible to...

It is rather incredible how THE DREAM unfolds, always bringing astonishment and myriad surprises to my senses. Now I am in Paris, a sensor...

Ducking. This word is an odd figure of speech that has different meanings, including: to lower the head or the body quickly to avoid a blow ...

I feel I am just beginning to scratch under the surface of Berlin and German culture. A short stay is not enough to get through the seemingl...

It was not long ago that Germany was an empire in ruins, divided in two parts, almost schizophrenic. Add to that the national horror of its ...

I feel like a bee, flying from flower to flower, gathering pollen and cross-pollinating as well. Today is a long journey over changing lands...

I have been traveling for six months now, and today I wondered, where am I? Of course I know that I am in Florence, Italy, but there is a pa...

THE DREAM has re-united me with my daughter Sarah in Italy. I had not planned to return here so soon, but the currents of life and affecti...

Written Saturday, July 5th, posted Sunday Several years ago, after a dental checkup, my dentist, an excellent physician, told me he discover...

I have once again found my way to the remote mountain village of Darrical, ( see my blog of May, 2007 ) where my friends Carol and Rolf liv...

The surface of the moon became a stage when the astronauts landed there, and Madrid became my stage when I landed here. I have taken to th...