Kate Ryan

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.

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

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

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

Alison learned from her grandmother how a plastic smile could take you places—especially in a place like Hollywood.

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

Everyone wants to have the funny tweets because people equate them with wealth, power, and beauty. The problem is, we’re not all funny.

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

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

Motherhood is easily the toughest, most sacred job on earth. Without moms, the human race simply wouldn’t be here. But personally, I’d rather dangle myself from dental floss over a volcano full of spiders than push another human being out of my body.