Skeptophilia

My house is, to put not too fine a point on it, kind of a disaster area. A friend described it as "looking like a museum run by lunatic...

Once upon a time, there was a man who was looking for a house to buy.  He came upon a large home on a lovely piece of land, something that m...

One of the most terrifying legends to come out of the Algonquian tribes of northeastern North America is about a creature called the Wendigo...

I sometimes get grief from readers because of my tendency to dismiss claims of the paranormal. In my own defense, I am convincible.  It jus...

One of the first things I ever wrote about in this blog was the phenomenon of pareidolia -- because the human brain is wired to recognize f...

I have a great fondness for a glass of fine red wine or single malt scotch, but I have to admit something up front; to say I have an "u...

Yesterday, I was driving home from work, and was listening to Symphony Hall, the classical music station on Sirius-XM Satellite Radio, and t...

This week we've been looking at some pretty deep topics, such as the effects of dark matter on star position in the Milky Way, what caus...

I'm back from the annual Oghma Creative Media writers' retreat, after ten days of schmoozing with other authors and enjoying the lo...