Words are like children. You have to take care of them, but they also have a mind of their own. Take loanwords for example. They have a life of their own once imported from a language to another language. In Slovene we often try to find a Slovene new word to replace a loanword, but it does not always work. Sometimes we keep both the loanword and the Slovene replacement. They might even slightly differ in meaning over time. In other cases one of them prevails and the other once dies. Let us take a look at a few examples. In Slovene we use both laptop and prenosnik. They mean the exact same thing:...

Like a little pearl-white snowdrop A child-soul out of the snow will pop. Rubbing her emerald-green eyes And looking up to the sunny skies.   One might gather power and money, But misses out on all the life’s honey, Unless she keeps the child within Happy and cheerful in her own skin.   A child-heart beats determined and wild, Only in her chest there is a goodness nest. She marvels at beauty and the right, Kindness is her only real might.     Take care, Helena Smole, author of: – a fantasy novel with romance Vivvy and Izzy the Dwarf: A series about relationships –...

Nowadays every fourth person in our Western civilization experiences mental illness. But maybe there is not more mental illness than years ago. Nowadays people are more likely to see a psychiatrist, in the old times they were more likely to self medicate with coffee, cigarettes and alcohol. Thus they never got into any statistics. Yet, on the other hand, something is different today due to progress and better standard. Families compete with each other because we have more. There is competition instead of collaboration in the struggle for mere survival like in the old times. Thus people with no family...

I have met with my high-school classmates just recently. It was an anniversary of our graduation from the so-called International Baccalaureate Program. We told each other what kind of jobs we have naturally. I said I was a writer. Naturally. What else could I have said? Well, it’s not exactly a job. I am a financially supported wife. But it’s what I do. Deep inside I have my doubts though. Am I really a writer? Well, I am writing this blog post, aren’t I? Does this make me a writer? Am I a bad writer? Do I really really suck as a writer? Maybe. But I try to do my best. Scout’s honor. In the...