Kate Ryan

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

For the record, I didn’t mean to be born so tall. I didn’t ask for bulky shoulders or a head that doesn’t fit most hats.

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

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

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.

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

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

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.

There are some hipster things that hipsters want us to love, so we’ll join their cult. But we’re done falling for these things because we’re all unique individuals. Here are 10 things you need to avoid right now if you don’t want to be a hipster.

Someone would always cook in their tighty whities, his package at eye level for the person doing French homework at the kitchen table.