Kate Ryan

Eva, having stayed up the whole night preoccupied with death and time, planned to call in sick.

One crawled up the side of the bag and opened her wings, a hardtop convertible with legs.

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.

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

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.

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

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.

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

I would send some chocolates, but I’m not allowed anymore since they found the shiv in the birthday cake I sent you.

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