Kate Ryan

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.

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

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

Fresh orange juice, milk, thick slices of ham, a block of cheese, a carton of eggs—her husband kept it this way should this moment arrive.

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.

I would send some chocolates, but I’m not allowed anymore since they found the shiv in the birthday cake I sent you.

At Monster High, Jimmy Werewolf gets another demerit for forgetting to shave again.

The birds abandon their posts in the pepper trees, sending tiny, oblong leaves raining to the ground.

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

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