Kate Ryan

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.

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

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

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.

Recently, it was announced that the Ocean’s Eleven remake will be ladies-only too. Could it be that we’ve embarked on an era in which women take center stage?

Hollywood continues to flounder in a dick-sucking frenzy of self-congratulatory white male directors, writers, and producers.

He thought I was mad, but in an artistic way; I thought he was horny all the time, but in an artistic way.

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…

Like booster engines emptied of fuel, my limbs become disposable, useless tanks as the blood rushes from them.

“You are the naked girl on horse, yes?” he said, approaching her table from across the café patio.