Kate Ryan

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

The birds abandon their posts in the pepper trees, sending tiny, oblong leaves raining to the ground.

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.

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

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

At Monster High, Jimmy Werewolf gets another demerit for forgetting to shave again.

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

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

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.