My Fairy-Tale Life, by Steven Boone

As the saying goes, “the cup runneth over.” When children arrive to our home on Sundays for art projects it is high energy in our otherwise ...

Marta with her mom and two granddaughters Sitting among friends in the home down the hill from us, I experienced contentment.  Our frame mak...

The first of my 720 blog posts was written and uploaded 16 years ago: Friday, September 29. 2006. The average novel contains about 80,000 wo...

The highlight of all our recent traveling was the incredible art we were exposed to.  Experiencing the high art of the Renaissance inspired ...

  Travel has become so complicated. Today’s world is one of peril. My earliest memory of flying was when I was about four years old. I was w...

I knew I had to be on the street, up close at eye level for "La Procesión del Silencio", or the Procession of Silence. It is a yea...

  Since moving to our little village outside Oaxaca, Mexico, Amy and I have have been strongly influenced by our new culture. From our secon...

We are blessed with children coming   to us in our village of San Pedro Ixtlahuaca, in rural southern Mexico. O n Sunday mornings, t he “vec...

A painting that began 23 years ago has been completed. July 5, 1999 my oldest daughter died of cancer at the age of nineteen. Numerous times...

War is only a cowardly escape from the problems of peace.  -THOMAS MANN The spectre of war continually afflicts the world. Center stage now ...

A trip to Mexico City is a phantasmagoria of sights and sounds⏤always with surprises. Amy and I love visiting and hope someday to live there...