Kate Ryan

Someone would always cook in their tighty whities, his package at eye level for the person doing French homework at the kitchen table.

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.

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

Okay, so maybe she didn’t really understand feminism.

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

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.

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

Fresh orange juice, milk, thick slices of ham, a block of cheese, a carton of eggs—her husband kept it this way should this moment arrive.

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

I have no choice but to start all over again, tomorrow or not at all.