Kate Ryan

He thought I was mad, but in an artistic way; I thought he was horny all the time, but in an artistic way.

12:48 AM. Why would someone schedule an exorcism for the middle of a weeknight?

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

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.

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…

I saw my old babysitter at a women’s wrestling cage match.

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

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.

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

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