Kate Ryan

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

Writing simply does for me what long walks do for small dogs; it makes me tired and happy.

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

Motherhood is easily the toughest, most sacred job on earth. Without moms, the human race simply wouldn’t be here. But personally, I’d rather dangle myself from dental floss over a volcano full of spiders than push another human being out of my body.

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

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

Is flagging potentially offensive material taking the PC movement too far?

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

The bread had to be store-bought and white, of course, so as not to raise a red flag among my classmates. I still see rebellion in a ham sandwich.

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