Kate Ryan

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

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

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

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

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.

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

Is flagging potentially offensive material taking the PC movement too far?

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

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