Brianne Hogan

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

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.

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

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

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

If you’re looking for a health and wellness guru, look no further than Ani Phyo.

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.

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.

Real Names: Heather Cocks and Jessica Morgan

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