Christopher Lawrence

It has love and war, “7th Heaven”-style religion and “Gossip Girl”-style scheming, and the mother of all intimidating actors in Ian McShane.

Everywhere you look, there are signs that people are doing whatever it takes to make ends meet.

You’d think being Satan’s right-hand man would come with a few perks. Untold riches. Supermodels underfoot. Maybe a job in the Yankees’ front office so he’d feel at home.

I hate to go all Andy Rooney, but have you ever noticed how confusing cable has gotten? (And, oh yeah, hey you kids, get off my lawn.)

Getting a series on the air is hard enough. Trying to make one that defines an era? That’s like trying to catch lightning in a bottle. (Which, coincidentally, is how my cousin Stevie died.)

This may come as a shock to many of you, but what I know about women could fit in a Twitter post. A text message, if I’m feeling verbose.