My Fairy-Tale Life, by Steven Boone

When I was but a toddler, my father would carry me in the early morning to the local bakery. We took a route through the back alle...

A life size wooden Indian faces my gallery every day. He wears a war bonnet, is dressed in buckskin and holds a tomahawk. Each morning...

Recently I happened to meet my friend Therese at a place where the sunset views are spectacular. If a good sunset is unfolding, we bot...

The ultimate task for me is not an external goal. Rather it is gaining wisdom and inner peace. Sounds simple enough but if we unders...

I found her among skeletons, ravens, and a very odd assortment of other characters. She wears a cute blue dress and stands in a yard unde...

From my perch atop the wood fence behind my tenement apartment in Chicago, Illinois, if I spied the delivery man driving through the...

I abandoned my art gallery today and joined a procession of pilgrims. This weekend Santa Fe hosts the International Folk Art Marke...

Almost everyone has known the pleasure of gazing in glass store windows. There is a name for it: “window shopping”. The allure is in t...

I fell asleep thinking of lions. They prowled the area of Ngorongoro Crater in Tanzania, Africa where my tent was pitched near the rim. In ...

The ancient Greeks believed Chaos was the first thing to exist from which the primordial deities came; including Gaia, the ancestral mot...

Know Thyself. 
- Socrates True loss is for him whose days have been spent in utter ignorance of his self. -Baha'u'llah I ...