Kate Ryan

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

My parents got the idea they’d send me to stay at my grandparents’ house in Florida for a week. I think my mother needed a week to herself.

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

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.

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

The Gap come autumn: where normcore and film noir cleverly collide.

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 . . .

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

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

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