In terms of “things I was expecting,” my mom coming down with COVID-19 was not one of them. The Albers…
Articles by Brianna Albers
It’s strange to think that a little over two years ago, I witnessed — and participated in — the conception…
My local clinic isn’t actually local. Boasting neighbors like IKEA and the Midwest tourist trap that is the Mall…
The insecurity hits when I least expect it. I knew it would take me a while to adjust to post-grad…
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…