Kate Ryan

Sheila applied widely and on a whim. She needed a job and she needed one fast.

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.

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

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.

Alma couldn’t understand why her Yelp reviews were so dismal. She didn’t advertise herself as a magician. She was a hair stylist.

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

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

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

The bread had to be store-bought and white, of course, so as not to raise a red flag among my classmates. I still see rebellion in a ham sandwich.

It was a tradition of theirs. When siblings Sue and Johnny went home to their mother’s for Christmas, they watched the 11 o’clock local news.