Heidi Yewman

I’ve been thinking a lot about how differently we respond to preventable child deaths. Carter Lee was ten years old. Last September in Burns, Tennessee,

When my friend Gail Warner shared this poem, it felt familiar in a way I couldn’t ignore. It made me think about my birth family—my

Watching the Oscar-winning documentary All the Empty Rooms brought me right back to when I was standing in Christopher’s room, a year after he was

My friend Tom is the most optimistic person I’ve ever met. Recently he wrote a short reflection about how his experience as a wheelchair user

Our youngest brother had been dragging his feet on the last few assignments he needed to graduate from college and was considering dropping out. He

The national conversation around the Epstein files has revealed, once again, how easily survivors are sidelined when powerful men are involved. Here’s what it looks

“Dumb Girl” is available as an audiobook — and I recorded every word. I assumed the hardest part would be the microphones, the mouth clicks,

Your neighbor’s husband died suddenly. What do you do? Bring her a lasagna? Your co-worker’s son died of suicide. Should you say something? If so,

I’ve told my story in Dumb Girl. Last year was about that—getting it out of my body and into the world, onto shelves, and into

I remember sitting in church around this time of year when I was eighteen, desperately trying not to fall apart. I was in excruciating emotional

My book tour turned out to be far more than a series of events; it became an unexpected chapter in my own healing. I launched

I recently had the honor of sharing my story in Newsweek‘s My Turn column. The essay is called “I Carried a Gun for a Month