I have a dream, and a plan, to combine the commercial possibilities of Valentine's Day with the substance and meaning of black history month. I call it: Blackentine's Day.

I was not a jock in high school. I know, you're shocked.

Did I end up finding a little blue pill to cure America's electoral dysfunction? Unfortunately, it's not that simple.

I love the challenge of taking something that may be boring to a lot of people but is unarguably important. It's irresistible. I always take projects that I'm paid to learns stuff. I study much harder now than I did when I was in college.

If I had a time machine I would go back 30 years and show up at my grandmother's apartment before the gargantuan meals she would serve and I would help her.

Think of all that hard work our founding fathers put in - the revolutionizing, the three-fifths compromising, having to write the entire Constitution with a quill - and yet they neglected to include the right to vote.

I still don't know how to cook and that's just unacceptable.