My Fairy-Tale Life, by Steven Boone

Now that I have returned to the United States, I feel as if I am emerging from one month of wandering through a complex labyrinth. I seld...

THE DREAM has a life of it’s own. I may have plans but if I am fluid in THE DREAM, sudden shifts occur and I must go along. I had planned to...

Children love playing in sand, whether it is on the banks of a river, on a beach, in a sand box, or simply heaped in a pile at a construc...

Now that I am alone in Morocco, I am moving in any direction without restraint. This morning I left Fez to travel south to Merzouga , a famo...

While still in Paris, the night before leaving, a dreamy transport came over me and a rhapsodic tingling flowed from my feet to my head—and...

There is never any ending to Paris, and the memory of each person who has lived in it differs from that of any other. Paris was always worth...

All it takes is one look to cause brief delirium. I am talking about tulips, and the effect they have on an innocent eye. Okay, maybe I am t...

I have come to believe that I have a mystical relationship with the number eleven. By this I mean that it is not coincidental that this n...

Now I have posted 260 blogs! These are my best writings from April , going back to 2007: BELOVED, April 17, 2010 Sometimes the cruelt...

In most cases, people see art and respond to the surface, but only briefly. They may even own art, but see it as decoration. Especially, fo...

Of all animals, only human beings can be absurd. Other animals can act playfully, but not go beyond that into absurdity. Absurdity is the ...