My Fairy-Tale Life, by Steven Boone

New Zealand wild beauty Here I am, back in the United States of America for the first time since September 12 of last yea...

Chloris Boone, about 21 years old I hope she does not die while I am in foreign lands. This thought occurred several times bef...

Since September of last year, I have traveled eastward through nineteen time zones. In New Zealand, I am 21 hours ahead of myself wer...

Fallen plumeria blossom Bali throws flower petals at my feet everywhere every day. When I step outside, fresh plumeria blossoms ado...

Traveling in THE DREAM has a life of its own. All experiences are essential and woven together, and cannot be labeled or iso...

It probably has happened to every salty-dog sailor while crossing the sea—doldrums are encountered, the breeze stops blowing, and the...

The poor jungle nations of Asia never appealed to me. Cambodia fell further in my opinion after learning of the atrocities o...

The Lavender Umbrella, Chiang Mai, oil on canvas, 40 x 30 cm Like unstoppable sand falling to the bottom of an hour glass, my time ...

Life cannot be held, only experienced. To try and hold it is when we realize it is but a dream. When we believe we are in possession of...

Duomo, Florence, Italy As scenery and cultures reshape from country to country, the changes become more pronounced as continents ...

Young Buddha disciples . . . Chiang Mai, Thailand A few days ago I was in New Delhi, India biding my time waiting to go to the airp...