My Fairy-Tale Life, by Steven Boone

“You channeled that painting.” Amy said, looking intently into my eyes.   We were standing in our kitchen after she came home from a...

When I go to my fitness club to swim I often meet friends who arrive around the same time. Furthermore, by the time I get to the hot...

Last weekend was the 75th anniversary of the liberation of Auschwitz , the notorious German concentration camp in Poland where  in...

I struggle learning foreign languages. I wish it were easier since traveling is my passion. Having lived in Italy several times, I...

Whenever I hear the term “people of color” I cringe.  EVERYONE IS COLORED.  Do we say, "birds of color", or "roses ...

Fractured is a theme I can relate to, having experienced much personal trauma and fissure in life.  That's ok, I believe what...

It is beyond coincidence—a spiritual epiphany, that Amy was surprised yesterday by a mysterious visit that coordinated perfect...

Her words touched me and opened floodgates of memories. Profound recollections from July 5, 1999 and the three days immediately follow...

At the corner of a public parking lot on Water Street, adjacent to an expensive downtown hotel is a small stone fountain with patio an...

Shopping is not at the top of my list of pleasures. Nowhere close. The other day Amy and I came out of a department store at sunse...

"Santa Fe Winter" oil on board, 6 x 6 inches, by Steven Boone It is nice to have a reason to celebrate during the darke...