Heidi Yewman

In 2018, I was sitting in the second row of a performance of The Vagina Monologues in Santa Monica. At the end of the show,

Becoming a parent felt like a do-over of my childhood. I thought I was just trying to give my kids what I didn’t get when

During a recent podcast interview, the host asked me where my safe space was when I was growing up. I instinctively said, “My bedroom.” I

Last week a friend asked me how long it took to write my book. Like most authors, I get this question a lot. The answer

Twenty-seven years after the Columbine massacre, I found myself sitting in my high school math teacher’s kitchen, drinking wine with her and her husband late

“You’re too young to have this kind of hearing loss and constant ringing,” the audiologist said as she squinted at my chart. “Do you work

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