Kate Ryan

He died a violent death. I saw him myself, flopping between wooden blades, his head bent back strangely.

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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.

Recently, it was announced that the Ocean’s Eleven remake will be ladies-only too. Could it be that we’ve embarked on an era in which women take center stage?

Like booster engines emptied of fuel, my limbs become disposable, useless tanks as the blood rushes from them.

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

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

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

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.

The bread had to be store-bought and white, of course, so as not to raise a red flag among my classmates. I still see rebellion in a ham sandwich.