Brianne Hogan

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

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

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

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

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.

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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.

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