I grew up in an observant (devout?) Muslim household. When I questioned my faith, my folks didn't ban books. They encouraged me to read books by Muslims AND non-Muslims—Christian, Jewish, atheist, or other. It was life changing. And it's a message I'm passing on to my children now, and one I hope they pass to their children when the time comes.
Parents: Trust your kids. Ban ignorance—not books.
He looks like a grumpy old man, but not yet 3 years old.
We are all stardust.
That oxygen you breath? That comes from dying massive stars, ending their light in a supernova.
The iron in your blood? Some massive stars dying, but mainly white dwarfs, the leftovers of dwarf stars like our own Sun, exploding.
The gold ring on your finger? Mostly merging neutron stars, leftovers from supernovae.
Eighteenth Advent Window.
Epona's Day. More snow had come in the night and the little village was very quiet and still.
When Old Fox went for his morning constitutional, he climbed up Maygad Hill and stood looking out across the whited land and he bowed and thanked the Lady of the Horses for such glising beauty.