Kate Ryan

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

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

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

One crawled up the side of the bag and opened her wings, a hardtop convertible with legs.

We all love our dogs. However, some of us take it a little too far, convincing ourselves that our dogs are actually our children. You call your dog your “baby” one day, and the next thing you know, you’re pushing him or her down the street in an expensive stroller. How did we get here? Trust me, it’s a slippery slope. Here are 12 signs you might have a dog-child.

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

Eva, having stayed up the whole night preoccupied with death and time, planned to call in sick.

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

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

At Monster High, Jimmy Werewolf gets another demerit for forgetting to shave again.