Kate Ryan

You could take this easy, informative quiz to find out with whom you side on important legislative issues and social policies. Or you could go my route and pick your candidate based on what dinosaur they resemble.

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

Everywhere you look these days (on Instagram), beautiful pictures abound. From teacups overflowing with succulents to smoothie bowls arranged as art. All while a lavender-haired model casually eats ice cream in front of a stupidly gorgeous Tahitian sunset. All this endless beauty has become a bit dull.

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.

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

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.

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

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

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