Easter

Easter is exactly when it should be…

Every year, I hear someone complaining about how Easter is too late, or Easter is too early. And the number of people that complain about how Easter can't seem to have a fixed date… Every year, I respond to these complaints in the same fashion.

"You do know how Easter is calculated, don't you?"

The blank stares are borderline hilarious.

Easter is always the first Sunday after the first full moon after the Spring Equinox.

(Okay, the Spring Equinox for the Northern Hemisphere.)

It's a simple calculation really, or at least one would assume so, until they discover the truth behind the equation. While the description appears to be one based on astronomical events, it's really not.

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2017 Conversations in Science Christmas

I swear have I have not been on the eggnog, but I know that Santa can make it around the world to deliver all the presents to the good little boys and girls. Although, I'm not sure that Jessie was entirely convinced. Join me and I try to convince Jessie Sanders (and a special guest) about the science behind my latest Christmas thoughts.

Convo Science Christmas Special
(First aired on KLRNRadio, Monday, December 25, 2017)

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The North Pole is in Antarctica…

There is a reason that no one has ever been able to find Santa's workshop. It's because everyone has been looking in the wrong place all this time. The North Pole is really in Antarctica. I have many good reasons for my conclusions, all of which I explained in a special episode of Conversations in Science.

I figured out where Santa's Workshop is located.
(First aired live on KLRNRadio, Saturday, December 23, 2016)

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When does school start again?

The real torture for a parent starts long before school lets out for the holidays. The anticipation of that long awaited break is almost too much to bear for the child. But a long break from school, like the summer break… Please! Save me now!Read More

The lights go out, but it’s still the season of cheer

Winter was upon them and the chill leaked through the walls and windows. The young girl shivered, wrapping herself in the blankets that her mother had laid across her shoulders. The candlelight flickered across the table. She picked up the paintbrush, yellow on its tip. As carefully as she could, she painted the stuffed solider doll.

Every night that week, she had decorated another ornament for the tree that sat in the corner. Every night, it was only a candle that provided the light to see by. Every night, she beamed with pride with another creation hung.

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