My Fairy-Tale Life, by Steven Boone

Standing with Hagag and his family. Front of Hagag's house My Egyptian brother Hagag and I sat at the simple wood table in fron...

Abu'l Ezz, myself and Hagag The homes of my Egyptian brothers are made of humble materials: mostly earth and some wood. Even the ...

There are days that I call three-in-one days. They usually occur while I am traveling. Events are so fantastic and magical that they embed ...

The fog I hoped for never arrived during my month in Venice. I kissed the city goodbye—with light so brilliant it seemed the canals were...

Van Gogh, Garden at the Asylum at Sant-Remy_ Each day has its own incredible uniqueness. I find it best to live in THE DREAM consci...

I get lonely—and then remember her embrace. She is a floating dream of centuries. As I walk through her narrow passages, I never...

My first week of one month in Venice seems to have flown by quickly. Sometimes I want to grab the moments and make time stand still. I f...

In the early evening, my brother and I walked up to the long line of people at the Icelandair ticket desk at Dulles International Airport o...

I was on a metro train streaming underneath Washington DC from my brother's house in Maryland when I began seeing familiar stops. (I ...

How different it is returning to the location of a childhood memory after the lapse of years. What seemed to be a place of grand and import...

I am surrounded by spirits, and that is the feeling of the Lord.   —Naomi Boone I love this simple sentence written in my daughter's ...