My Fairy-Tale Life, by Steven Boone

"Men have called me mad, but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence--whether much that...

I have never been comfortable with spies; people who secretly obtain information about other people in order to build intrigue against them....

Whenever we ponder God, we are limited by the boundaries of our understanding, and soon find we must abandon hope of comprehension. For inst...

The two best handshakes that I ever received were from strangers. The first time was when I was a 20 year old student at New Mexico State Un...

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 ...

“OK, now take your clothes off.” My model and I had been working together for about twenty-five minutes. I shot about 125 photos of her in m...

It seems I am breaking new ground in bringing photography and painting together in my larger-than-life portraits and mixed media artwork. Th...

“Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack in everything That's how the light gets in.” Leonard C...

Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all. ~Stanley Horowitz I feel fortunate t...

“Oh God, break me into nothing so that I might be born again.” I silently spoke these words to the Creator, realizing that the hard places i...

I love psychology, especially studying the mental and emotional factors governing a situation or activity. Over the years, I have done signi...