Kate Ryan

Is flagging potentially offensive material taking the PC movement too far?

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?

Fresh orange juice, milk, thick slices of ham, a block of cheese, a carton of eggs—her husband kept it this way should this moment arrive.

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.

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

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

He thought I was mad, but in an artistic way; I thought he was horny all the time, but in an artistic way.

She got too high while watching The Bachelor and had a misanthropic breakdown.

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

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