My Fairy-Tale Life, by Steven Boone

--> My first blog post was seven years ago . . . on October 7. Since then, I have posted 384 times, almost every week without fai...

There is something about the dying of summer bloom and leaves falling from trees—scurrying to oblivion in cold autumn wind...

"Feeling The Pinch," oil on board, 12 x 16 inches, by Steven Boone Sometimes an urge arises inside of me to sha...

--> The mountains above Santa Fe are called the Sangre De Cristos, or, “Blood Of Christ” mountains. They are covered with f...

If I wake with a feeling of sadness, and during the day I panic with a sense life is ending, well, it may be because summer is over and...

When I first set eyes on my wife Lori, she was undressing to pose nude. I was in a drawing group of about ten people. During ...

At unexpected moments lately, when I am tired or have complaint, a gentle breeze will waft through my being causing me to pau...

It may happen soon that I will be leaving the United States and moving to Andalucia, in southern Spain. Heidi Of The Mountai...

“I love your stories Steven. Thanks for them.” 

 Reply: ”Every week for over six years now Christine. This kind of co...

Late summer is always a colorful time at local farmers markets. At our farmers market here in Santa Fe, New Mexico, USA, op...

And they write innumerable books; being too vain and distracted for silence: seeking every one after his own elevation, and do...