Kate Ryan

We all love our dogs. However, some of us take it a little too far, convincing ourselves that our dogs are actually our children. You call your dog your “baby” one day, and the next thing you know, you’re pushing him or her down the street in an expensive stroller. How did we get here? Trust me, it’s a slippery slope. Here are 12 signs you might have a dog-child.

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

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

Hollywood continues to flounder in a dick-sucking frenzy of self-congratulatory white male directors, writers, and producers.

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

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

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

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.

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

Surviving the Apocalypse didn’t mean they couldn’t enjoy a little romance.