Politicians who wear little tennis socks with the balls at the back should not be taken seriously.

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

It's interesting, because I tend to trust a man with big ears.

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

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'm always working on a few different stories at once, so there's always some really big coffee table book I'm carrying around.

A young imagination is bold, likes to make bigger leaps. It likes to, well, imagine that the dustbuster is a dinosaur; that the computer mouse is a hotrod; that the box is a cave; that the rawhide is a torch... or a baton... or something.