Kate Ryan

Okay, so maybe she didn’t really understand feminism.

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.

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.

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…

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

Alma couldn’t understand why her Yelp reviews were so dismal. She didn’t advertise herself as a magician. She was a hair stylist.

A bloated mother in her polka dot one-piece gnaws on a corndog while reading the romantic pulp she picked up on her way out of the supermarket . . .

Alison learned from her grandmother how a plastic smile could take you places—especially in a place like Hollywood.

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