She stands where fear would reign, a girl with fire in her name. Like Joan, she hears the call, like Malala, she stands tall. Like Greta, she will not bend, for tomorrow, she will defend. Not queen by crown or throne, but brave in flesh and bone.

I sit here and watch the shows that I've seen, nothing new arrives to make me keen. I wish I had something else to do, can somebody please tell me what's new? The hours crawl by, slow as can be, with nothing around to entertain me.

I have a fear of giants. My condition is called...

I am a towering structure; I am a tiny footnote. I symbol divinity. I denote death. I could be found in a garden, or a museum, or a citation. What am I?

Dogs can’t operate MRI machines, but . . .