Kate Ryan

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

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.

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.

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

For the record, I didn’t mean to be born so tall. I didn’t ask for bulky shoulders or a head that doesn’t fit most hats.

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

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

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

She got too high while watching The Bachelor and had a misanthropic breakdown.