I know a lot about a few things - mostly useless things.

I love the excess of Christmas. The shopping season that begins in September, the bad pop star recordings of Christmas carols, the decorations that don't know when to come down.

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

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.

My sophomore year I spent exactly one day on the JV football team. It was the tryout day.

If there's one thing that everyone can agree on, it's that, right or wrong, they hate the press.

While some of my closest friends were jocks, it seemed that they spoke a different language with each other. Joining in their conversation was fraught with risk.