Kate Ryan

She doesn’t know how to communicate the feeling that all is for nothing, nothing is normal.

I have no choice but to start all over again, tomorrow or not at all.

Everywhere you look these days (on Instagram), beautiful pictures abound. From teacups overflowing with succulents to smoothie bowls arranged as art. All while a lavender-haired model casually eats ice cream in front of a stupidly gorgeous Tahitian sunset. All this endless beauty has become a bit dull.

Sheila applied widely and on a whim. She needed a job and she needed one fast.

"No self-respecting journalist or publication would ever hire someone who employs the word 'sh--' as a title for anything."

For all of you crazy people that think going to Target is ever a good idea during the holiday season, this is a list on how to survive a shopping trip to Target is for you…

I saw my old babysitter at a women’s wrestling cage match.

She knows you’re not supposed to call it an “it,” but she honestly can’t tell if it’s a boy or girl or . . . undecided.

Okay, so maybe she didn’t really understand feminism.

One crawled up the side of the bag and opened her wings, a hardtop convertible with legs.