Brianne Hogan

I’ve decided that I no longer want to depend on an exchange of cultural consumption or “comparing lives” currency in order to feel good about myself.

The turkey was rubbery. The mac ‘n cheese was cold. But somehow the meal was delightful.

For a long time, romantic love was an esoteric thing to me that I assumed would occur eventually, like taxes and having your clothes dry-cleaned.

Three of my grandparents died within seven months of each other. And I didn't even have a driver's license.

brave. bawdy. decidedly not depressed.

Jenny Trout. Abigail Barnette. Jennifer Armintrout. Missing anyone?

The chin hairs were the first hint of my impending senior discounts and early-bird dinners.

Last week was my imaginary ex-boyfriend's birthday. January 2, to be exact. I only know this because Facebook told me so. I had forgotten about him.

From fierce bunnies to books, Sonja rocks the art world.

advice guru. lube lover. workaholic.