My Fairy-Tale Life, by Steven Boone

After we moved to Mexico Amy wanted a dog. Not me. I had not owned a dog for over twenty years because I traveled frequently for extended pe...

It hurt. Children we host at our home outside Oaxaca, Mexico, on Sundays for art lessons stole two keys from our door locks. We don’t know f...

"We don't have two hearts, one for animals and one for humans ; we have one heart or we don't have any."   (Alphonse de La...

Over the years I have come to realize my best artwork elicits strong reactions and not necessarily favorable. People have cried in front of ...

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...