My Fairy-Tale Life, by Steven Boone

Orchids, blooming in a windowsill. The first big snowfall of this season took us by surprise. We awoke from dreamy sleep, ...

The storehouse of my mind is bursting and begs to be released. The most fluid, direct, and succinct way to accomplish this is by wri...

--> When the days grow cold in Santa Fe, at least once a year, Heidi Of The Mountains decides that we will go visit her parents in...

--> 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...