Tuesday, October 14, 2025
Oscar the Busy Owl
Monday, October 6, 2025
The Language of Dogs
Dogs have a rich and nuanced communication system
Dogs have a rich and nuanced communication system that goes far beyond barking. Their “language” is a blend of body signals, vocalizations, scent cues, and subtle facial expressions. Here’s a breakdown of how they connect with one another:
Primary Modes of Dog Communication
Tail position and movement: A high, stiff tail can signal alertness or dominance; a relaxed wag often means friendliness. Interestingly, wagging more to the right suggests positive emotions, while wagging to the left may indicate uncertainty.
Posture: Standing tall with forward weight can be assertive; crouching or rolling over shows submission or playfulness. Hackles (raised fur): Not always aggression, can signal excitement or fear.
Facial Expressions & Eye Contact: Soft eyes and a relaxed mouth indicate calmness and comfort. Tense lips, narrowed eyes, or a snarl: Signals discomfort or threat. Avoiding eye contact: A calming signal to defuse tension. Submissive grin: Some dogs flash their teeth in a goofy, friendly way, not aggression.
Vocalizations
Barking: Can express excitement, alertness, or a warning.
Growling: Often a warning, but can also occur during play.
Whining or whimpering: Signals distress, anxiety, or a desire for attention.
Howling: A form of long-distance communication or emotional expression.
Scent & Pheromones
Dogs sniff each other’s urine, feces, and bodies to gather info about age, sex, health, and emotional state. Scent marking helps establish territory and social hierarchy.
Touch
Playful nudges, pawing, or gentle mouthing can be affectionate or part of social play. Mounting could be sexual, but it can be about dominance or excitement.
Sunday, October 5, 2025
The Cat Who Loved Bedtime Stories
Marmalade the orange cat
In Spanish and English
Message from a father:
“I received a copy of this book before publishing, and I can honestly say that this is by far the best children's story I ever read to my seven-years-old son. He hung onto every word and displayed a wide range of emotions throughout the story such as sadness, fear, excitement, and sheer joy. What I value most is when we finished the book he said to me, "Dad, I wish I had a dog like Peanut." At first, I thought that he's just like any other little boy is wishing for a dog, but then seeing his unusually sad expression, I asked him why he wants a dog like the one in the story. He said, "Because a dog like Peanut could save me from Connor." My heart jumped into my throat because I never noticed any sign that my son was bullied. When I asked him why he didn't tell us before, he said because he thought I would be mad at him not being able to defend himself. This story encouraged him to tell me and we are working on solving his problem together.” ~Brian VanBramer
Another cute cat, his name is Henry
Sunday, September 28, 2025
Fascinating Native American Mythology
Star People, Sky Beings, spiritual messengers
Myth or Memory?
Cultural Significance
A Prolific Writer
Erika M Szabo, a prolific and talented author
with a fierce intellect and a penchant for exploring uncharted territories, is
a woman of many skills and passions. She is known for her diverse range of
writings that span historical fantasy, magical realism, cozy mysteries, sweet
romance, and children's literature. Her writing style is both evocative and
visceral, transporting readers into the depths of the characters' emotions with
a few deft strokes of her pen.
Born in a small town nestled among the rolling hills of Hungary, Erika grew up
with a deep love for literature and storytelling. She devoured books from a
young age and soon began creating her own intricate worlds and characters. Her
gift for storytelling is evident to all those who know her, and she is
encouraged to pursue her passion.
As she grew older, Erika's thirst for adventure and new experiences led her to
travel the world. She lived in various countries, soaking up their cultures and
traditions, and incorporating them into her writing. Her travels also allowed
her to meet a diverse array of people, whose stories and perspectives she wove
into her novels.
Despite her literary success and acclaim, Erika remains a humble and
down-to-earth person. She often speaks of her belief in the power of words to
connect and heal, and her writing reflects this deep empathy and understanding
of human experience.
Sunday, September 21, 2025
About the Remake of Harry Potter
Are we a little too sceptical?
Ultimately, it’s not about replacing the originals
Although this book is no Harry Potter
Friday, September 19, 2025
The Dangers of Letting Your Dog Lick Your Face
Why does your dog lick your face?
Health risks
Training your dog to stop licking
My dog is a thief
Wednesday, September 17, 2025
Full-body Workout for your Brain
What does reading do to your brain
Wednesday, September 10, 2025
Folk Art Symbolism Part 1
The meaning of symbols
I've always been fascinated by folk art and the meaning of the symbols. These symbols are not just decorative, they carry deep cultural meaning, often tied to nature, spirituality, and identity.
Scandinavian rosemaling
Baltic pagan symbols
Hungarian Kalocsa embroidery
Credit: Hungarian Embroidery 101 - History - Dans le LakehouseFriday, September 5, 2025
Adult Age Kids Cutting Off Their Parents
There’s a rising trend in our culture
I had a long chat with a friend from nursing school, and she discussed the difficulties she and her husband are experiencing with keeping in touch with their grown children.
After a long and detailed discussion we concluded:
There’s a rising trend in our culture that very few people notice and think about: adult-age children cutting off their parents.
I’m not talking about abuse situations or dangerous relationships.
I’m talking about loving, flawed parents who raised their children, gave sacrificially, and are now being completely shut out with no warning, no conversation, and no willingness to reconcile.
I looked into this, and according to research, the vast majority of estrangements between parents and adult children are initiated by the child, not the parent.
Often, the parent doesn’t even fully know why. One day, the phone calls stop. The texts go unanswered. The holidays are silent. And when you finally hear something, it’s often a list of offenses you didn’t even know existed.
Why is this happening?
Because our culture now teaches that anyone who doesn’t “support how you feel” is toxic. Therapy-speak has replaced honor. Social site influencers and pop psychology encourage cutting people off as an act of self-love.
Many adult-aged children are now rewriting their childhoods, relabeling boundaries as trauma, and tossing aside their parents like disposable relationships.
This is rebellion. It’s spiritual deception. It’s pride disguised as empowerment.
If you’re a parent and going through this, you’re not alone.
You’re not crazy. And you’re not a failure as a parent. The goal is to target families, and this is one of his most effective tools right now: deception and division.
You, as parents, still have something to give. Love, advice, presence. Not perfection but something real. And now it just sits there, wasted. Not because you've failed, but because your children are eager to take advice from popular trends and have decided you are no longer worth the effort.
Sunday, August 31, 2025
Love Potion or Potion of Shadows?
Can we control the unpredictable nature of love?
Ancient Origins
Magic, Myth, and Alchemy
Sensory Seduction
Love Potions in Fantasy Literature
A young adult fantasy
A love potion made with haste out of jealousy puts Dorian into a comalike state. A rare orchid that blooms only once a year could save his life, but Liam and his werewolf pack fiercely guard the precious flowers. The acolytes of the coven are forbidden to enter the forest, and the young apprentices volunteer to make the journey that will test their loyalty and courage. Will they succeed?
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Friday, August 29, 2025
The impact of teasing and bullying
Teasing children about their size, weight, height, or body shape, can have deep and lasting psychological effects. What might seem like a passing comment to an adult can become a defining wound for a child.
Emotional and Psychological Impact
Lowered self-esteem:
Children often internalize teasing, leading them to feel abnormal, ashamed, or unworthy—even if there's no objective reason to feel that way.
Distorted self-image:
Remarks like “looks like someone’s getting a belly” or “are you sure you want to eat that?” can warp a child’s perception of their body, regardless of their actual health.
Increased risk of anxiety and depression:
Repeated teasing—especially from family members—can heighten emotional distress and contribute to long-term mental health issues.
Avoidance behaviors:
Kids may withdraw from physical activities, social situations, or even school to escape environments where they feel vulnerable.
Behavioral Consequences
Bullying others:
Some children cope by redirecting their pain, becoming bullies themselves to feel a sense of control.
Disordered eating:
Shame around food and body image can lead to unhealthy relationships with eating, either restriction or bingeing.
Family Teasing:
Especially Harmful. Comments from parents or relatives—even if well-intentioned—can be more damaging than peer teasing. Children often view family as their emotional compass, so teasing from loved ones can feel like a betrayal.
What Helps
Affirmation and support:
Reinforcing that every body is worthy and teasing is never okay.
Open dialogue:
Encouraging kids to talk about their feelings and experiences.
Modeling healthy behavior:
Adults should avoid moralizing food or body types and instead promote kindness and self-acceptance.
The story of Lucky, the bullied little monkey
https://books2read.com/u/mdzw2d
Lucky, the sweet-natured little monkey, was teased and bullied by the animals who didn't take time to get to know her. They said she was a dumpy, chunky, silly, scaredy, grumpy, clumsy monkey. Lucky was sad, but when her friend told her that instead of feeling miserable, she should listen to others who knew her and said she was a kind, lovely, cuddly, bubbly, spunky monkey.
More books from Erika
Wednesday, August 27, 2025
Can I Really Read Your Mind?
Is mind reading possible?
What Is Mind Reading?
How We “Read” Minds
Mind reading in the world of fantasy
Listen to the preview of the audiobook
Monday, August 25, 2025
Message From the Past
Rovásírás, one of Hungary’s most enigmatic cultural treasures
Epic fantasy with bits of historical facts
Ilona and Zoltan timetravel to visit the ancestors
“Are we there yet?” Ilona asked teasingly, trying to conceal
her anxiety. She knew the answer because
the air smelled clean and fresh. Even the stars
were brighter. It was dark, but enough light shone from the full moon.
She looked around and saw a group of round,
tented-looking buildings covered with leather, where small fires burned between
them. Ilona remembered seeing pictures like that in a history book; they called those tents Jurtas. The river must have been very
close as a light breeze carried the smell of fresh water.
“Yes, we are there. Actually,
we are here in the year four hundred and five,” he explained to Ilona.
The lightheadedness was gone, and Ilona’s mind was clear.
“Was it any different when you transported Ema?” she asked, feeling better.
“Well, it was as if we fused together for a second, and then
we separated. With you, it seemed a
little different, though.”
“How was it different?” Ilona asked, feeling the heat rise
to her face.
“I had an experience that you might call… kind of... arousing.” He hesitated.
“Oh… I see.” Ilona searched her mind for the right reply.
She felt embarrassed and blushed deeply.
“For a second, the dizziness was the only sensation, and then it seemed as if
we moved through something thick and
sticky.” She had to tell a fib; she was
too shy to mention that her experience traveling with him was something more
personal.
He looked aside and reached for Ilona’s hand as he led her
toward a Jurta standing apart from the
others. “That’s because you’re not a Traveler, but a passenger, so to speak.”
He laughed softly.
The Jurtas were lined up in a semicircle, leaving a wide
plaza in the middle. Luckily, no one was in sight. They walked up to a tall and
wide wooden pole in the middle of the circle. Ilona fingered the intricate
designs carved into it. It was painted
with brilliant colors. On top of was a giant carved falcon, standing with wings
open wide, as if it was getting ready to take flight.
Ilona tugged at Zoltan’s shirt excitedly and whispered,
“I’ve seen this place before! Every time I play my tune, I see this village in
my mind or some other place pretty much
like this.”
“Really? I always see this kind of place in my mind when I
play my birth tune too! And I always see the Turul bird. I think everyone
pictures a different place when they play. Mom says she feels like she sits by
the Blue Danube in medieval times. Dad’s vision takes him back much further. It
is curious that we both see a similar place and time,” Zoltan marveled,
following Ilona’s gaze.
“Yes, it is,” Ilona agreed, wondering about the coincidence.
They reached the Jurta
that stood a short distance outside of the circle. Zoltan grabbed the small
wooden stick hanging on the side of the thick leather door cover, and lightly
tapped the round drum hanging next to it.
“Doorbell,” he explained.
“Who art thou?” a pleasant voice sounded from the inside, in
ancient Hunor language.
“The Traveler and the Healer are asking permission to
enter,” Zoltan answered, in the same melodious mother tongue.
“Come hither.”
Zoltan pulled the thick leather covering aside and urged
Ilona forward. Inside, the light was dim and flickering, emanating from oil
lamps hanging on the walls of the wide, round room. Zoltan motioned for Ilona to take her shoes off at the
entrance. They walked forward on the thick carpet covering the floor. A
beautiful, statuesque, dark-haired woman
slowly rose from a curved sofa-like piece of furniture. She wore a soft green,
delicately decorated calf-length tunic,
with loose black trousers. Her hair was braided
with soft leather thongs. Ema was standing in the alcove. She shrieked when she
saw Ilona and Zoltan and started running towards them but was stopped dead in
her tracks by a simple hand gesture from the statuesque woman.
The young woman took a step toward them, “Elana, the Healer,
I am called, ready to do thy bidding,”
she said, and then looking at Ilona, she used an ancient ritual of submission
by getting down on her right knee. That gesture was reserved only in the
presence of Royalty. She exposed the left side of her neck by bending her head
to the right. With one swift movement, she smoothed her long braids aside and
placed her right hand over her heart.
Ilona was stunned and confused, “Why are you greeting me
this way?” she asked and looked at Zoltan
who appeared as puzzled as she was. He shrugged
his shoulders, silently motioning that he had no idea.
“Thus, thine birthright.” Elana uttered.
“But I am not of Royalty, and I am not even sure what being
one means,” Ilona replied.
“Are thee not? I say thou art, and if thee chooseth, thee couldst be more. Thy sign
speaketh. On thee, the surest sign. Find thee heritage in time, thou will.” She began to
stand.
Ilona was stunned. Royal?
She thought. How could I be? My parents were regular people, and I only heard about the just and
powerful Royals from Rua’s legends. I always thought they were mere fairy tales
to entertain children in which the Royals were brave and protected good people.
Elza said my birthright was to be a
Healer. Why is Elana greeting me like I’m more than that? Frantic thoughts
chased each other in her mind. “Please tell me. What is this sign?” Ilona
asked, bursting with confused emotions.
“On thy face, thou
shall beareth the sign, and thou hast the aura around thee. Accept thou the sign that shall appear when thou knowest thy
destiny, as our Seer foretold thee
coming.”
Zoltan stared at
Ilona. Elana noticed his confused look, smiled and turned to him. “Thou hast
the aura of other sort. May hap someday
the sign couldst appear, but not by right of birth. Such fate is for but the Choseth.”
Zoltan was obviously startled but didn’t ask anything.
Ema looked briefly at Elana, “Am I a Royal too, Elana? I
have my Hunor mark as well, but mine is blood red, as is customary for everyone
else. Ilona’s mark turned maroon on her wrist, and Zoltan’s is the same.” She
smiled as she glanced at Zoltan’s arm.
Elana smiled back at her, “Your mark will appear when the
time is right, and I will greet you a little differently if the time comes, and
when it comes. We will find out in due time. Your future depends on many things yet been decided.”