My Fairy-Tale Life, by Steven Boone

There is no escaping racial issues when one is an American. It is in our history, from the days of slavery, and a terrible civil wa...

Nudes have been figuring into my artwork lately, and were to be the subject of my blog this week, but I have already written extensive...

I visited my daughter's grave today. Yesterday was her birthday—she would have turned 34 years of age. Nobody else was around as...

The yard around my parent's home on a corner lot in Santa Barbara, California is a mature and stately oasis of greenery. Assorted...

Sunset at Polihale Beach, Kauai, Hawaii When I was a little boy, living in my childhood dreamworld of imagination and wond...

This afternoon I finished an oil painting on panel, and stood back to see if I liked it. The subject appealed to me—two cock...

I love the possibilities of living without constraint. Of course, this is impossible, and society requires that its citizens...

I call my wife Heidi Of The Mountains. When we first began spending devoted time together about four years ago, we liked t...

What is distance? It is a system of measurement determined by space and time. Arbitrary units are devised, e.g. minutes, hours, inch...

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...