Kate Ryan

The case of beer I brought, as my mother explained, is “pure poison” and so I must drink it all by myself.

12:48 AM. Why would someone schedule an exorcism for the middle of a weeknight?

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

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.

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

She gropes for attention while he dies in the other room.

Writing simply does for me what long walks do for small dogs; it makes me tired and happy.

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.

One of my biggest fears is having a random stranger ask me, "how it’s going?" They might as well ask if I’d like to step into their van and get murdered.

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