Brianne Hogan

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

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

brave. bawdy. decidedly not depressed.

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

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

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.

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

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