Kate Ryan

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

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.

I saw my old babysitter at a women’s wrestling cage match.

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

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

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

12:48 AM. Why would someone schedule an exorcism for the middle of a weeknight?

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.

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.