Jennifer Holliday is a diva. She’s an icon. She’s an institution. This is a woman could singlehandedly rip the roof off a coliseum with her powerhouse voice. Of course, I… Read more

This man is a stud. A stud with a really low, really growly voice. I flat out asked him if his third testicle had dropped down, perhaps the cause of… Read more

When I was younger, I could never figure out why—for the love of God and all that was pure in this world—my mom would get up at before 5 a.m…. Read more

I’ve been thinking a lot about my buddy Gavin Granneman lately. He passed away nearly seven years ago and I recently stumbled across a picture of us that made me… Read more

                      I got a groovy assignment last week to visit the set of NBC’s new drama “Chicago P.D.” in —… Read more

(My bestie Kiki Crane just wrote her thesis paper about my unbridled creativity. I didn’t know I was, indeed, this wildly ingenious and innovative. Good thing Keek is an amazing writer and… Read more

One of the very first cars I remember riding around in was my dad’s manly blue Pontiac Tempest. It was a battle tank of a car … a brick house… Read more

I’ve been on a pretty big learning curve this year. Seems every person I’ve run in to has shared some sort of interesting insight or tale to tell that has… Read more

One of the perktastiest perks about co-hosting your own daily talk show is that you get to rub elbows with some Tinseltown titans and some Hollywood has-beens.  I’ve been interviewing… Read more

A hundred million years ago, I had my “colors” done. It’s an undertaking where an often snooty, holier-than-thou stylist tells you what colors you should wear and/or avoid. It was… Read more