Hateful Nails by Brianna’s Richardson
In July, we will have reached the year anniversary of moving into our first home. The neighborhood is quiet, and the residents we are between are both polite. Despite this,…
Just For Now by Brianna Richardson
March 16 First day of Spring Break. At the office, I'm making binders for our new volunteers. My supervisor approaches me. They just received the order to send all non-essential…
Cracks by Brianna Richardson
At the end of my day volunteering in Kidsplace, I went to clean up the nursery. Putting away the snacks, I failed to notice that the lid had not been…
Farce by Brianna Richardson
It still hurt. That little word on the lab slip. It was the second time I'd seen it. The first had felt like a punch to the gut. Miscarriage. On…
Invisible by Brianna Richardson
My name is Brianna. While obtaining my bachelor's in psychology, I studied suicide, and suicide prevention extensively. Even so, when I began to wrestle with suicidal thoughts my senior year…
His Princess by Brianna Richardson
I have a mild obsession with Disney and Disney princesses. Mild. So when I came across an image on Facebook listing various traits of Disney princesses to determine which one…
Intersecting Stories by Brianna Richardson
I'm ashamed to say I don't remember her name. I wonder if she even remembers me. She was a sweet elderly lady. Nicely dressed. Expensive jewelry. She appeared beside me…