Kate Ryan

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

One of my biggest fears is having a random stranger ask me, "how it’s going?" They might as well ask if I’d like to step into their van and get murdered.

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…

The case of beer I brought, as my mother explained, is “pure poison” and so I must drink it all by myself.

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.

The Gap come autumn: where normcore and film noir cleverly collide.

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

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

My tights are cutting me in half at the waist . . . just like a sausage in its casing.

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.