The insecurity hits when I least expect it. I knew it would take me a while to adjust to post-grad…
Articles by Brianna Albers
One might say I was giddy. Once or twice a month, I drive 20 minutes to get shot up with…
Three years ago, I wrote a column about anxiety and apple orchards. After a long day at an orchard…
I’m about to give myself credit where credit is due: I didn’t freak out for several months. I have undiagnosed,…
I knew I was in for a treat when a friend texted me in all caps: “BRIE BRIE BRIE!” I…
When it comes to vendettas, I have two. One is against Sigmund Freud. Freud, the “father” of psychology, who’s known…
Every August, I sit across from a nurse and prove that I am, in fact, still disabled. Disclaimer: I completely…
Weeks ago, when my friend Sherry and I started brainstorming topics for Disability Pride and SMA Awareness Month, we…
I want to see myself on the big screen. Or, more accurately, I want to see my people on the…
This month, I’m celebrating SMA Awareness Month the only way I know how: by recognizing that SMA is full of…