My Fairy-Tale Life, by Steven Boone

Ah, to be innocent and full of wonder. Here are two quotes that can help us be free of prejudice: “Whoever undertakes to set himself up as...

Sometimes the cruelty of this world is dumbfounding and so insulting to our senses that we recoil immediately and simply withdraw. I remembe...

A novice appeared recently at the Wednesday night drawing group I have attended for many years, and in a fit of peculiar frustration and pe...

The pleasure of reading is beyond words. It reaches to the very core of being human, that is, the acquiring of knowledge. Knowledge furthers...

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...