My Fairy-Tale Life, by Steven Boone

It has been 13 years since I joined Facebook and began sharing my stories, thoughts, artwork and photography. In the beginning, I thought to...

Corn is one of the most venerated of plants in the world. Especially, in Native American culture it plays a central role. “Corn, also called...

  This last week has been a whirlwind of happy circumstances. After announcing that Amy and I will be  closing our gallery, our collectors s...

The Boone Gallery, where Amy and I have exclusively shown our art, is closing. The covid-19 pandemic is forcing us to close earlier than we ...

To outward seeming, the woman seems normal enough. She works as a salesperson in the little import shop across the hall from our gallery. Am...

In the United States of America, Colorado and New Mexico border each other. I like to think of them as “cousins”. The two states share ...

Today is the anniversary of the transcendence into the immortal spiritual realm of my oldest daughter. It was July 5, 1999, when Naomi, then...

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...