Kate Ryan

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

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.

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

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

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

Is flagging potentially offensive material taking the PC movement too far?

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…

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 . . .

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.

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