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.

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

Seriously, the lady is Busy with a capital “B.”

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

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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.

I sent out Christmas cards this year, which I wrote upon with an actual pen. But it wasn’t always like this.

accidental movie star. founder of crankytown. wannabe villain.

Dry humping my pillow and imagining it was David Duchovny seemed a much hotter alternative than doing the real thing.