Kate Ryan

She doesn’t know how to communicate the feeling that all is for nothing, nothing is normal.

His mind rode the lines, circling on an endless loop to nowhere as he attempted to go about his activities.

Alison learned from her grandmother how a plastic smile could take you places—especially in a place like Hollywood.

I would send some chocolates, but I’m not allowed anymore since they found the shiv in the birthday cake I sent you.

“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.

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.

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

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

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.