Snowless February woods are sort of like a scene in a vaguely disturbing dream, writes Dana Wilde.

Scientists aren’t sure why the same species of spider has three different markings, writes Dana Wilde.

Raccoons, skunks, deer and a weasel — all part of life for the Backyard Naturalist.

If astronomers spot a new planet on the order of the size of Neptune or Uranus, we’ll be back to a nine-planet solar system, writes Dana Wilde.

On some January afternoons, the only things breathing are words, writes Dana Wilde.

The Earth is not flat, it never has been, and no one but a careless-minded handful ever thought so, writes Dana Wilde.

The sun is at its lowest high point in the sky and winter is about to set in hard, so we might as well celebrate the recent harvest and the remnants of our summer cheer, writes Dana Wilde.

The underpinning of our experience here on Earth is our experience of its beauty, writes Dana Wilde.

This time of year is kind of a magnificent desolation that telescopes your mind, Dana Wilde writes.

With scientific signs pointing toward extraterrestrial life, Dana Wilde ponders the unsettling questions raised by mounting evidence that we’re not alone in the universe.