My Fairy-Tale Life, by Steven Boone

Strange, but I am finding that the thrill of being in a flowing lifestyle that resembles a wild river moving through varied and exotic te...

When I travel for extended periods I become homeless and a true wanderer. I begin by abandoning my home, selling off possessions, and then s...

Outside the cottage on my parent’s property stands an orange tree laden with fruit. The oranges are so plentiful that the limbs hang down f...

When I arrived this morning at the backdoor to my parent’s home, it was locked and I could see through the window my mother was in the kit...

After my wild experiences on the mean streets of Rio De Janeiro, Buenos Aires has felt much more civilized, and even safe. No one here has ...

When at last I closed my eyes to sleep at 5AM, my last thoughts were not about the spectacular samba parade I had witnessed through the n...

Since setting foot in Brazil, capricious winds have jostled my fortunes. First, after 1 night in Sao Paolo, I returned to the airport for a...

My mother’s walking has slowed, but not her reading. For as long as I can remember, she has read at least five books a week, and I notice th...

"It is better to be in chains with friends, than to be in a garden with strangers." 
-Persian Proverb My artist friend Ken Chri...

“An ounce of blood is worth more than a pound of friendship.” ~Spanish Proverb The last several years I have been single and living alone, ...

Now that I am traveling again, the world speaks to me in new ways, and I listen. My parents have provided me a room, but it is barely large ...