My Fairy-Tale Life, by Steven Boone

Amy and I are preparing to fly north—to “New” Mexico—from our home in “Old” Mexico. There is unfinished business waiting for us in Santa Fe...

After more than five years living in southern Mexico, in the village of San Pedro Ixtlahuaca near Oaxaca, I have grown accustomed to the rhy...

Each year, when May approaches the land is parched from seven months of drought. It is astonishing that despite this, bougainvillea bloom, a...

Writing has once again claimed most of my time. I love it, though my other loves—painting and photography—wait somewhat forlornly in the win...

Amy and I are the same age for two months each year. She turned seventy-three on March 4th, which means we share that number until May 13th,...

Mexico has been at the center of major international headlines recently after the government carried out an operation that resulted in the d...

  Another Sunday, another reckoning with whatever imaginative wind has blown this week. Creative currents have swept me into unfamiliar terr...

Recently, a circling back occurred. Like a migrating bird—sometimes flying thousands of miles to return to a place of beginning—I found myse...

For the time being, I have stopped painting. For more than forty years, painting has defined my existence. It has been my daily discipline, ...