Kate Ryan

He died a violent death. I saw him myself, flopping between wooden blades, his head bent back strangely.

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?

Alma couldn’t understand why her Yelp reviews were so dismal. She didn’t advertise herself as a magician. She was a hair stylist.

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."

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

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.

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.

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

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