My Fairy-Tale Life, by Steven Boone

Our little garden is teaching me. It talks and I listen and hear. Plants communicate. For years I cultivated the earth where I lived. Then, ...

“Waste no more time arguing about what a good man should be. Be one.”   -Marcus Aurelius I go to my health club spa four days a ...

Thank God my father, Richard Boone (March 29, 1927 – February 26, 2014) had absolutely no prejudice. In fact he worked for social justice hi...

I take solace in the little garden Amy and I have in our front yard. The plants need care each day to establish themselves. The soil is poor...

A young man, Agostin, dreamed of discovering a new land. His thoughts so compelled him that he gathered his belongings, packed them in...

Today I wish I could call my mother and say hello, and tell her I love her. She is gone. I write now, and I realize she has only stepped...

It was an intangible experience when my oldest daughter Naomi, who left this world twenty years ago, came to me while I was resting to...

The beauty of springtime arrives here right on schedule while the world reels from the horrible corona virus pandemic. My wife Amy a...

Spring is arriving on schedule amidst the world-wide pandemic. In the southern hemisphere autumn is unfolding. For Amy and I, living i...