Kate Ryan

She couldn’t imagine the water she sat in, the water that enveloped her body, wanted to be here.

You could take this easy, informative quiz to find out with whom you side on important legislative issues and social policies. Or you could go my route and pick your candidate based on what dinosaur they resemble.

Light some candles and use those bath salts you've been saving for a special occasion. Masturbate for 55 minutes.

For the record, I didn’t mean to be born so tall. I didn’t ask for bulky shoulders or a head that doesn’t fit most hats.

As an Uber driver, I have the privilege of talking to and eavesdropping on a sampling of L.A.’s finest, ranging from the clinically insane to the simply self-absorbed. As a writer, there is no end to the amount of inspiration my passengers provide.

A bloated mother in her polka dot one-piece gnaws on a corndog while reading the romantic pulp she picked up on her way out of the supermarket . . .

LAX, on the other hand, seemed like a perfect place to pick up the latest deadly virus.

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

His mind rode the lines, circling on an endless loop to nowhere as he attempted to go about his activities.

She closed in on the open pores enlarged ten times their normal size by a high magnification pocket mirror.