Postcards from Brynna

What An Affinity for ‘Sad Boys’ Has Taught me About Toxic Relationships

I was, not long ago, suffering from some mild man-induced drama. So, as one always…

7 Words Scribbled on the Back of a Bookmark Gave Her Superpowers

I read books like my geriatric cat pees on my hardwood floor – constantly. Growing…

They Asked the Man Who Shot Him on the Train and He Pointed At Me

I stopped sleeping with a nightlight while you were in my bed And for a…

Turns Out NYRs Are Just Goals in Sparkly Dresses

  Raise your hand if the bodies of your 2018 resolutions were already cold before…

How to Rewrite Yourself: Just Add Glitter

I’ve written and rewritten this sentence 200 times. No I haven’t. That guy right there…

The Difference Between Blues and Rainbows Is Just A Little Bit of Light

In January of 2014 I moved from New York City to Florence, Italy. In the…

1,800 Miles to Your Brand New Life

Driving alone eight hours at a time, gorging oneself on bean tacos, Krispy Kreme donuts…

I Write About My Life and Post it on the Internet, Even When it Isn’t This Picture Perfect. Am I Out of My Mind?

Until last year, when I started writing freelance articles with a social narrative and drafting…

Ever Been on A Date in An Old, Italian Church?

Before I had a boyfriend, I had Florence. And man, I dated that city hard.…

You Have Made Me into Art

I’m lying on my back in the grass when suddenly I feel the roots rising…