Kate Ryan

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

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

She gropes for attention while he dies in the other room.

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

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.

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?

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.

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

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