Kate Ryan

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.

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

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.

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

My tights are cutting me in half at the waist . . . just like a sausage in its casing.

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…

It was a tradition of theirs. When siblings Sue and Johnny went home to their mother’s for Christmas, they watched the 11 o’clock local news.

We’ve all been there. Your boyfriend has a raging boner, but you’re just not in the mood to do anything with it. But how do you tell him to tone that boner down and quick? No need to worry. Here are ten simple, foolproof ways to kill that boner in ten seconds—or less—while keeping your man’s ego rock-hard.

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

Someone would always cook in their tighty whities, his package at eye level for the person doing French homework at the kitchen table.