Take an apple, for example. This amazing fruit is brimming with pharmacologically (or better yet, nutrigenomically) active compounds, most notably ascorbic acid, also known as vitamin C. Another compound it contains is phlorizin, over a dozen polyphenols, potent antioxidants concentrated in the skin of the apple and known to elicit multitargeted effects that reduce the impact of high blood sugar in animal models.1 But this strictly material layer of nutritional analysis barely touches the surface when it comes to appreciating the informational complexity of food.

When human ancestors evolved to walk upright, they may have done so in trees, suggests new research published Wednesday in the journal Science Advances.

In a surprise twist, the evolution of human bipedalism might have nothing to do with learning to walk on land—but up in trees.

The world's population is expected to reach nine billion people in the next 30 years, suggesting that it is growing considerably more quickly than the global food supply.

Humans have cherished honey for its sweetness for as long as memory.Smithsonian Magazine has cataloged ancient rock art showing early humans collecting honey over 40,000 years ago. Ancient Egyptians used honey as a foundation in their "Three Healing Gestures." Jars filled with honey have been found in 5,000-year-old Egyptian tombs, still appearing perfectly normal (per Wound Care Learning Network). And as anthropologist Alyssa Crittendon of the University of Nevada, Las Vegas tells Smithsonian Magazine, the sweet, syrupy nectar could have even played a significant role in human evolution. This evidence — and more — illustrates how the ancients used honey for healing. But is it safe to use honey on open wounds today?

The impacts of colonialism and unseemly research reverberate to this day. But, outside of the social sciences and some genomics, efforts to involve and protect Indigenous peoples remain nebulous.

The impacts of colonialism and unseemly research reverberate to this day.

A few years ago, my husband and I had a bit of a situation on our hands. Our 4-year-old daughter had figured out how to climb onto the roof of our home. After breakfast in the mornings, we would find her perched, like a pigeon, three stories above a busy city sidewalk. (It makes me a bit nauseous to think about it).