Brianne Hogan

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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I've cried on subways from Toronto to New York. I cried bombing an interview, going to a party that I didn’t want or because my sweater was itchy.

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