My Fairy-Tale Life, by Steven Boone

When I opened the door to my studio today and looked at my painting on the easel, I knew I was not done. It is hard to say when a piece of a...

Art mirrors life, and, in the words of the great British sculptor Henry Moore , “enlarges existence into something more significant than eve...

The season of wildflowers is magical and short in the high mountain regions of Colorado. I wavered before driving 5 ½ hours to Crested Butt...

Some people believe in God and others do not, and those in between are called agnostics. It is understandable that there is great difficulty...

For a lover, the greatest torment is separation from his love. It can be an agonizing pain if the goal of one’s longing is removed and becom...

During my marriage, we had a wonderful cat named Misha.  At the time Misha arrived at our house, our other pets were two Australian Shepherd...

One day, while on African safari in Tanzania, we had been on a grueling, bone-rattling, and dusty journey over the Serengeti Plain , and our...

Lately, I have been pondering the nature of prejudice. Here in the USA, we immediately think of racial bias. But prejudice comes in many sha...

“Have you thought of writing a memoir?” Several people who have watched my life unfold have asked this question. There is plenty to write ab...

Yesterday I walked with a friend to a place where many suicides have occurred. It is near the rough and tumble old west town of Taos , at th...

A problem with new ideas is that they may be rejected by society. There are many examples of this in the arts when an artist is inspired to ...