My Fairy-Tale Life, by Steven Boone

It feels as though I am on auto pilot; that is, going forward but not driving. I am surprised that nothing particularly excites me an...

At the Banteay Srey Butterfly Centre, near Siem Reap, Cambodia I had not intended to leave the United States in mid-September and t...

Heart rending apathy struck me during the week after the memorial for my mother, when I slept in my parents home in Santa Barbara. Ap...

After some searching, a friend and I arrived by car to a hidden oasis in the mountains above the serene southern California town of ...

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...