Kate Ryan

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.

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.

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

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

She gropes for attention while he dies in the other room.

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

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

His mind rode the lines, circling on an endless loop to nowhere as he attempted to go about his activities.

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

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