Why on Earth Would Dust Celebrate?

Why on Earth Would Dust Celebrate?

What would make dust celebrate? Crouched in a musty corner of a Middle Eastern tomb, I watched as family and friends hurriedly embalmed him, muttering about an approaching deadline. What difference do deadlines matter now? The yellow, reddish-marbled, limestone walls,...
Admission of a Violent and Undeserved Attack

Admission of a Violent and Undeserved Attack

I hate bullying—when stronger, more influential people take advantage of the weaker. When I hear of such an attack, something inside revolts and I want to lash out at the offender(s) to make them pay and put them in their place. One such occasion still haunts me....
Freedom from the Porch of Weakness

Freedom from the Porch of Weakness

“Do you want to be well?” What? Do I want to be well? I bristled at the question. What kind of insensitive thing is that to ask of someone in my condition? Who did this stranger think he is? He does not know me—why would he presume there was something wrong with me!...
Living up to Your Potential

Living up to Your Potential

I could have stopped the building from crumbling, kept him from dying a horrible, crushing, embarrassing death. With my power, I could have helped my human assignment escape his disastrous predicament. If only he would have fulfilled his potential. I am accustomed to...