Words can be beacons, weapons and balm to the spirit
“The limits of my language means the limits of my world” — Ludwig Wittgenstein Words. They are my playthings and...
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Irene Marinelli
Sweet memories of summer days gone by
July is here, that glorious month of summer. In May we pulled away from winter’s hold to watch a new...
Read morePierre would never make it living off the grid
Rob and I have been watching an excellent series on Netflix: “Life Below Zero.” The series is set in Alaska,...
Read morePierre’s naughty behavior turns nocturnal
It is almost impossible to stay mad at Pierre. Pierre and I are not on speaking terms today. I’m not...
Read moreThere is something special about summer twilights
“Twilight drops her curtain down and pins it with a star.” Lucy M. Montgomery If Shakespeare’s “darling buds of May” are...
Read moreCollecting, discarding makes for a balanced life
“People assume happiness stems from collecting things outside yourself, whereas true happiness stems from removing things from inside yourself” —...
Read moreMan’s best friend finally shows signs of empathy
A good definition of empathy is the ability to understand and even share the emotions of another. The bond between...
Read moreFlower-frailty and the passing beauty of spring
By Irene Marinelli “Spring drew on ... and a greenness grew over those brown beds, which, freshening daily, suggested the...
Read moreStorms bring thunder and growth to our lives
Who loves the rain and loves his home, And looks on life with quiet eyes, Him will I follow through...
Read morePierre has no concept of personal space
The concept of personal space has been studied for decades, with interesting results. Apparently all humans have a “second skin,”...
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