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Science has long known that people living in what is now Siberia once walked (and later paddled boats) across the Being Strait into North America.

A series of three scientific papers describing the expansion history of the Universe is telling a confusing tale, with predictions and measurements slightly disagreeing. (The papers can be accessed here: one, two, three.

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I’m not gonna lie, I’ve been a fan of smart bulbs for a few years.

Scroll through parenting feeds on social media, and you'll soon come across so-called milestone cards: pastel-coloured cards marking a baby's first attempt at crawling, sitting up, or walking, along with their age.

Nick Bostrom, an influential philosopher at the University of Oxford who has been called the “father” of the longtermism movement, has apologized for a racist email he sent in the mid-90s.

Ottawa is a city of plans. Many plans. Sometimes you find there are plans to have a plan. But as the old Scottish poem says, "The best laid schemes o' mice an' men often go awry."

There’s a lot of anxiety in the air lately, which is understandable. What is somewhat less understandable is the way it’s getting its sticky little anxiety fingers on the topic of books and reading. People seem confused about why other people have bookshelves with books on them.

The massive volcanic blast in the Pacific last year was felt 18,000km away on the other side of the world, on the floor of the Atlantic Ocean.

Trying to see every play in January is a fool’s errand. The various experimental-theatre festivals all happen at once.

Our services are conducted with pomp and precision. The rendition of the liturgy is smooth. Everything is present: decorum, voice, ceremony. But one thing is missing: Life. One knows in advance what will ensue.

When Christina Mangurian’s abuelita was diagnosed with leukemia, Mangurian and her mother were very involved in the older woman’s care. Mangurian would sit by her abuelita’s side in the hospital, and when she was discharged, she would stay at Mangurian’s parents’ house.

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A cacophony of barking alerts me to the cardboard box delivered to my front door. Packed inside is a single sheet of white corrugated plastic folded into what looks like a large suitcase.

There are a few ways of looking at the past. One is to see time as being like a road down which we are traveling. The present is wherever we are on the road and the past is “back there” behind us. It’s still there but, somehow, we aren’t.