There’s nothing that makes you more insane than family. Or more happy. Or more exasperated. Or more . . . secure.

I ask people impertinent questions. Hopefully turning up pertinent answers.

I think that men ought to treat women like something other than weaker men with breasts.

Like “love,” “hope” is one of those ridiculously disproportional words that by all rights should be a lot longer.

Knight takes Knight,” I called into the cloudy night air. “Check.

I'm brilliant as well as skilled," he said modestly. "It's a great burden, all of that on top of my angelic good looks. But I try to soldier on as best I can.

There is hinkiness afoot with regard to my, ah, disposition.