Kate Ryan

“Don’t you smash that cake in my face, or I’ll never forgive you,” she said, and she never did, not really.

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

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.

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 couldn’t imagine the water she sat in, the water that enveloped her body, wanted to be here.

The birds abandon their posts in the pepper trees, sending tiny, oblong leaves raining to the ground.

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

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

My tights are cutting me in half at the waist . . . just like a sausage in its casing.

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 . . .