Brianne Hogan

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

brave. bawdy. decidedly not depressed.

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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.