Brianne Hogan

Real Names: Heather Cocks and Jessica Morgan

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

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.

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.

public speaker. author. entrepreneur. loss-to-love alchemist.

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

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

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.

accidental movie star. founder of crankytown. wannabe villain.

The cards showed me the Tower and the Ten of Swords, which is basically bleak shit worthy of jumping off a tall building.